Erica
“You are wet, little devil.”
“I could be wetter.” I couldn't even recognise my own voice, so filled with lust it was.
His eyes gleamed. “Of course.” He murmured and grabbed a pillow from above my head. “Up.” I lifted my arse at his command and then he slid the pillow under my arse, arching me up and opening me wider as he pushed my thighs apart.
“Antonio.” I breathed his name as I pulsed with need. I couldn’t wait an
“Patience, little devil. You couldn’t be more hungrier than me.” He murmured just as he used two of his fingers, the v of his fingers, slid along my p***y folds. And then he slipped those two fingers inside me.
“Fûck.” I gasped, arching up as he filled me.
“You are still so f*****g tight.” He growled. “You have no idea how much my côck likes your tight cûnt.” I co
