Acomaf Cover Novels & Stories

Either way. “No no, I want to know everything, Rafe. We haven't seen each other in a long time, and you suddenly bring so much news." Amora presumptuously sat on Rafe's thighs. Her pale pink dress lifted to almost reveal all the curves of her stunning thighs. Amora is a member of the fitness club who always comes to exercise three times a week. All of her beautiful curves are obtained from the hard work of the workout and the strict diet she has been doing so far. Amora sniffed Rafe's neck like she was a female cat wanting her master's caress. Her palms moved to caress Rafe's chest, which was wrapped in a tight t-shirt that tightly hugged the muscles of his body.

“You like it?” “I love it.” She replied and sat. He walked to the other end of the small table and sat opposite her. “Your dress is… distracting.” He said, meaning it to be a compliment. She laughed and got up, spinning around and striking poses so he could see. He swallowed. “Thank you.” She sat back down. “I had to wear this for work.” He uncorked a bottle of wine and poured them a glass each. “For work?” “Undercover work actually.” She smirked at him. “I went to a club.”

Six hands touch me, fingers plunge into me, and I moan, throwing my head back. I’m lifted and straddle a man on the sofa opposite to him. I position my entrance over his cock and lower myself as he slams up and I bounce up and down on his cock, keeping my eyes on the man I want. I moan his name and he doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t look away. A mouth bites and sucks my nipple as I reach for one of the cocks and pump his shaft.