The next morning I woke up late but it didn’t matter. He was worth having in my bed. I knew he was dangerous for me.
He rolled over placing his hands on my tender breasts. He sat up and looked at me with a boyish grin. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, I could see it in his eyes. I leaned in and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards me even closer for a long, passionate kiss.
The desire in my body was taking over. I pushed the blanket off me, exposing my wet, velvet pussy. His fingers slid deep inside me. The deeper he went, my wetness built up with intensity, while his cock grew harder for me.
He worked his way down between my legs seductively kissing every inch of my flesh. The passion and excitement built by the second.
He climbed back up my body, kissing me. Our kiss broke when a moan escaped my mouth. I was flooded with passion and desire. My hand guided his aching cock between my soft, wet folds. It was pure bliss with every inch.
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Written By: Janene
