Giselle
Each time felt as if he was trying to go deeper and deeper. I was floating around cloud nine. He would just have to touch me in one more place and I would burst. Lifting my head with his index finger, he kissed me with a hunger I didn’t know he had in him.
“Little one, I love that you are so tight.” He whispered next to my ear. His hand moved to the bedside table, but my eyes were locked with his. I couldn’t look away. He was holding my gaze. He kept on fu.cking me, moaning with me at the sensations we felt. I felt his hand fidget with something cold against my hip and a second or two later, vibration started against my side. A moan escaped.
“Why?” I pleaded again.
“Because I can.” He smiled, pulling out of me. He adjusted the rubber band around that perfect specimen, almost m
