I find myself pinned against the island—a thick pipe mining into my belly, fingers curling around my nape, forcing my head to tip back. His oceanic eyes flame bright and give my heart a slight stutter. “Don’t be obtuse, Sena.” “I wasn’t—” I was. A little. But hello, wet underwear. I can barely string a coherent thought together. “Now, what did you say about my legend cock?”
Damn! 🔥🔥🔥
