Room to Fall
Her fingers snaked into his thick curls; securing his head to that when she squirmed against his face again he let out another husky laugh.
“Nos fomos feitos para ficar juntos,” Milo said. We were meant to be together.
Her boyfriend flashed a dangerous smile at her and then lowered his head, taking another deep inhale of her crotch before moving onto her thighs, which he bit gently down on, sucking and kissing at intervals that drove Camille up a wall.
“Meu Deus, amorzinho, you’re dripping,” he marveled as a deft finger pulled away the fabric that’d prior to that moment, kept her crotch hidden.
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