Honey
I climbed on top of Enzo's lap, connecting our lips like I needed them to breathe. He moaned into my mouth. I devoured his mouth, drowning in how he tasted. My sweet Enzo. My hands fisted in his shirt.
His hands found my hips as he ground my naked core over his hardening c**k. I felt myself get wet at the feel of him, gasping in his mouth. My breasts started to feel heavy and my n*****s beaded up, practically begging for a touch.
“You're so sensitive," he groaned as I rocked my hips against him, rubbing my n*****s against the cloth of his shirt.
I wanted his hands everywhere.
“If you don't touch her t**s, I will," Roman warned from where he was sitting. Long and lean, stretched against the chair like a contented feline.
“s**t," Enzo groaned, hands raising from my hips to pinc
