Alejandro tossed and turned on the couch after Francine went to bed. What possessed him to ask her to pretend date him? And so she could snag that i***t wolf! The lady deserved better than some dog who lacked the ability to recognize the true beauty right in front of him. If it were him, he'd fall to his knees and worship the fiery goddess who could moan so deliciously.
God, when she'd faked that orgasm, Alejandro almost leapt over the counter, ready to bend her over and sink his c**k into her p***y. More shocking, his cat almost made him follow his visual fantasy, but with one added element, his teeth sinking into her flesh and marking her.
She's not meant for me. Or so he kept telling himself as he shifted position, trying to ignore his rigid c**k. The willpower it took not to follow h
