I am so turned on, he slips inside with ease.
“Oh, f**k,” he groans from around my breast, pumping his fingers in and out of me. “I want you.”
I know why he seems to be in a plight, but I don’t care. I arch into his touch, moaning because he is ingrained into me. “I don’t care,” I breathlessly confess, writhing against him.
But of course, he does.
“We can’t.” But his resolve is slipping.
He continues sinking his fingers into me, all the while tonguing my heavy n*****s and driving me wild.
“If he finds out you’re not a virgin, he’ll kill you. It’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
I’ve heard it all before, but I still don’t care.
“This is me, feeling alive.” I open my legs wider, crying out when he flicks over my ripened c**t.
“Oh, aнгел,” he pants, lifting his head and slamming h
