Chapter 22.
IGNAZIO.
I started at Isa’s beautiful body as she lay down, covered up in my white duvet, deep in her beautiful sleep.
The gentle rise of her chest and the little pout that constantly escaped her lips made my c**k jerk in a reminder of what this pretty little whorish mouth of hers could do to my c**k.
I was a pervert right now cause the only thoughts that ran through my head were the thoughts of burying myself deep into her sweet sloppy p***y while I f**k the oblivion out of her sweet heavenly p***y, over and over again.
I do not regret taking that decision, her p***y feels so much like home. My home. My comfort zone. This p***y that I have deprived myself of brings me peace every single time.
I reached a finger to her face, trying to gently toss the stubborn strand
