Arkin
“Mmmm...”
I heard myself moan when I felt Fico’s tongue deeper into my mouth. His hands slowly traveling down my backside leaving waves of hot sensations as they went along, caressing and touching in ways he knew that would make me weak than I already was.
I gasped for air when he let go of my lips a little only to moan again when I felt him tugged on my lower lips.
His right hand, now inside my shirt were foraging for territories he knew, when touched, could make me squirm.
“Ahhhh...”
A tumescent moan escaped from me when I felt his hand pressed on my chest, pinching my right n****e in the process all the while his other hand was busy pressing my head closer to his as if us afraid that we might stop from eating each other’s faces out.
His lips stopped
