Heitor kissed Júlia, who remained in his lap. She sighed amidst the kisses and smiled; her passion for him was clear, and he loved the fact that such a special girl like Júlia was in love with him.
“It’s time for dinner, little one. You need to eat.”
“I don’t want to leave this room, my legs are still shaking,” she said, making him laugh.
“Such a weakling.”
“Weakling, me? Tell me something, how many orgasms was it?”
“I didn’t count, but there were many.”
“I stopped counting at the fourth because I couldn’t take it all in anymore. I wasn’t used to all this.”
“I can help you get used to it,” he said, kissing her neck, which made her laugh.
“At this pace? You’ll kill me, I just want to see how you’ll explain me dead and naked in your bed,” she said, making him laugh.
“My friends were
