Chills ran down her spine, accompanied by a burst of adrenaline. Even with how sore she felt, her p*ssy still clenched and throbbed at the sound of his voice. His touch... The warmth in his eyes... His scent filled her nostrils and did funny things to her stomach.
"Time to take a shower" Sergio announced and took his fingers off her. Rosana mourned the loss of his warm touch but didn't utter a word. She tried to get up from the bed but he stopped her. "I will take care of you"
"I can take care of myself"
"Of course you can" He smirked and looked down at her legs. "But I am not sure they agree with you. I think they are out of commission"
"And guess who is responsible for that"
"No one else but me, Bambolina" He smirked and picked her up from the bed in a bridal style. He took her int
