*Giovani*
Cigar smoke swirled around in the air as I breathed in the Cuban tobacco. Irish whiskey and a cigar was a perfect pairing, a swirling harmony of flavor, or at least to me it was. The study was quiet after Olivia left, but my thoughts were still racing in time with the clock.
The scent of s*x still lingered underneath the smoke as I leaned back in my leather chair. The study was empty now, but I could still taste her on my lips.
My eyes kept lingering on the spot on the carpet where I'd f****d her. She was clearly inexperienced, more so than I thought she would be, but it was amazing.
The way she had moaned so deliciously underneath me, her little body clinging to mine as the pleasure tore through her… she was so sweet and so tight around my c**k. Even just the taste of her
