Celeste found herself in the bathroom just minutes after she woke up. Last night, Zillon had made a mess out of her again.
He hadn't been rough, his thrusts were so slow and lengthy, she could feel every inch of him. The way he slid against her walls was magical and his lips that had been on hers, his hands that had been all over her body, everything was so ethereal, especially the pleasure.
She couldn't stop moaning, she screamed a lot too, totally forgetting that Liam and Fredd were just downstairs. Now was when she felt ashamed of herself, but it was all Zillon's fault, he shouldn't have been so thorough while making love to her, he shouldn't have done it so god damn good.
He was too much of a pro when it came on to s*x, he knew her body as though it was his, then again, it was his.
