“Please, touch me, I pray.” ― Jess C Scott
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(Mateo)
My throat went dry when I felt her breasts pressed against me and her fingers dug into my ass. A soft groan left my lips. It was as if she didn't even know what she was doing. Gods and goddesses! This woman was made to destroy a man's sanity.
Her eyes widened when she finally realized where her hands were. My arousal was aching and I wished she would touch me... take me.
She looked at me with lust darkening her irises, and the look in her eyes made my stomach clench and my c*ck became harder, if it was even possible. Everything impossible was becoming possible with this tempting, vexing creature.
I wished she wasn’t wearing a wig and contacts right now. I wanted to see those Violet Verbena eyes!
"You know what, I am done!" Sh
