Steamy Confessions
With a trembling voice, I can only whisper, “You are so good, thank you.”
He blushes again. He puts his hand on one of my tits and says, “I like it when you talk. I like women like you.” I can hardly keep my voice down anymore and I start to let out my breath moaning a series of verses. He asks me to do it louder. To scream for him. Fuck, we're in the garden. I can't, but he doesn't let go, thrusting harder and deeper with every single move.
"Yell for me.” He commands.