Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father
he rasped, pressing a tender kiss on my neck, his warm lips firm against my skin.
I shuddered. “I… I did?”
“Yes, Mai. And now, that number has gone up. Plus one.”
“Plus one?” My voice was barely audible.
“Yes.” He whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending tingling sensations through my body. “Right now, I want to have my cock in your mouth and do everything I’ve imagined, Bambina.”
“Bambina? What does that mean?” I asked.
“Little girl. It means ‘little girl,’ because I want to make you mine. I want to put you on your knees in front of me and fuck your mouth so hard.”