Logan Del Rios Griffin POV
Rome, Italy.
"Ohh. . . s**t! s**t! That's so good." The woman in front of me moaned in ecstasy.
I smiled and continued eating her pinkish p***y.
"God! Logan, you're so good. Eat me, babe."
I parted her legs wide and stared at her expression. She couldn't make her head stay still. She was moving it sideways, like a call girl in drug-filled with pleasure. She was naked. A willing prey to her predator. A flesh ready to be eaten. With eyes closed while biting her lower lip, she was undoubtedly enjoying all the wonders I was doing to her.
"You want this, huh." I put my three fingers on her womanhood.
"Ohh, f**k!" She started moaning and hissing when I began to move my fingers in and out of her.
"Logan. . ."
I smiled deviously.
Women—slut. They only need one
