Accidentally Finding My Perfect Match
Until now, I had no idea how much I had missed his velvety baritone pronouncing the name, with lustful intent.
Arousal coursed through me with wicked abandon, like wildfire through a burning forest, making me a prisoner to my own desire.
Cupping my ass cheeks in his large hands, he squeezed them harshly, before sliding his right hand into my wet garden from behind.
I melted against him like ice cream in a volcano, wanton passion engulfing my whole being as he looked at me.
“Tell me,” Caruso began, his hands moving northwards to caress my waist, “How many times in the past few days did you touch yourself and cum with my name on the tip of your tongue?”