ENZO DE-LUCA.
“I want to f**k you, bunny, I really do want to,” I groaned as I stared into her needy eyes, her pupils dilated with pleasure and her lips parted as her mouth opened.
“I don’t think I’ve ever want to f**k someone as much as I want to f**k you,” I continued, knowing really well that the sound of my voice was driving her nuts.
Her chest heaved as I spoke and her breathing paced, the hand she was hinting the car handle with turned into an even stronger fist as her eyes pleaded for me to f**k her.
Her luscious lips called out to me and I could smell her, musky, enticing and drawing me in as though pulling me into some kind of deadly abyss.
Her body burned and I could tell that she yearned for me, she tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth save for breathless gasps.
