Novel & Cerita Betty Gabriel Nude

She badly wanted to record the sound of his glorious laughter , so that she could listen to it whenever she was feeling out of it . Lost in her nonsensical thought , she wasn't aware of the fact that Gabriel was now standing before her . Gloriously naked . And heavens !!! He was well endowed down there . Mera had never seen something, anything like that before , not that she had ever seen many . But still , it was thick and veiny and hard . So hard like a stick . Out of fascination , she stood up on her knees and crawled towards him , no longer conscious of her own nakedness .

Gabriel yelled out, shoving her hand away from himself and Lisa laughed. She was not feeling like loosing the battle. She was still filled with confidence. "Both of us know that you are still trying to act as if you are royal. Deep down, you want to fuck me. You want to sink your dick deep inside my hot pussy and know how it feels like. You are gazing at my cleavage, Gabriel. I'm sure you are so hungry that you will devore it of O let you have access to it. Look at it again. You can't coompare it my Vennesa's pimples." Gabriel could not help but glance down at her huge breasts.

Rubbing her head and holding her sore bottom, she staggered over to the couch. There, she saw Gabriel, legs crossed, a laptop on his lap, fully engrossed in his work. She couldn't help but ask, "Did I fall or something? Why does my butt hurt so much?" A light of guilt flashed in Gabriel's eyes as he nodded, "Yeah." “No wonder, it hurts like crazy." She walked to the sofa opposite him and plopped down, legs spread out as she squinted at him working. Gabriel was dressed in a black shirt, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined, honey-colored chest muscles. Through the thin fabric, the contours of his muscles were faintly visible.

When she stepped out, the mirror showed a woman flushed and trembling with anticipation, nipples tight, sex already swollen again. The robe was short, black silk, barely reaching mid-thigh. She tied it loosely and padded back into the office on bare feet. Gabriel was already there. He stood in the center of the room wearing only loose black linen trousers, barefoot, chest bare. The lamplight carved shadows along the hard lines of his torso and the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. In one hand he held a length of the same red silk rope from the note. “Robe off. Kneel.”