Diego De Luna, Over My Dead Body
Lovella is like a drug in my system, and I'm addicted.
The night was full of desire. We never went out. We stayed inside the floating hut, exploring every corner. And the best part was outside. She's facing the sea, holding on to the steel rail, and her face embraces the cold air, looking up, the moon shone in full bloom.
I pounded hard behind her, deep like an animal. I love how her body sways and her breasts jiggling as I thrust behind her. Her moans were like music that blended around the gushing air.