“The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure.”
Irrespective of being forced to smell Katerina's arousal, Zachary kept himself in his room, locked.
While Katerina sat on her bed with a frustrated groan. The pleasure still lingered in her p***y, and now it craved Zachary more than ever.
Laying on top of her duvet, Katerina slipped a hand into her damp underwear, absent-mindedly. She closed her eyes as the image of Zachary on top of her invaded her throughs. She could not let his face, his touch, his scent, or body from her mind as he finger ran the length of her dampened slit.
She brought some of the wetness up to her clit and began to rub in small circles. The pressure in her p***y started to increase as she arched her back in the process.
Katerina could not help th
