“You’re still not there yet,angelo.”
With my spare hand, I reach down and spread her pussy lips, exposing the little nub aching with the desireIrewarded it.
It only takes one lick to push her over the finish line again.
Pleasure shoots up my spine when she whispers my name as waves of ecstasy flow through her.
“Better,angelo. Much better.”
Even while orgasming, Lucia moves with seemingly effortless precision, but beneath her lust-filled eyes and sweaty face, I see the hours, dedication, and grit it took for her to reach this level of comfort. She hasn’t always been this confident in her skin. Is that why Camille immediately took to her?
There’s a comfort in similarities overlapping, as there are strengths in differences.
My proposal could offer Lucia the best of both worlds.
I just have one matter to attend to first.
The intense throbs in my cock and discovering just how tight Lucia is.
