Davis was above Bylai Zlatan, his gaze roaming over her naked body with intensity. His pupils reflected her teary golden eyes, crescent eyebrows, small nose, and tantalizing rosy lips, twisted in a helpless fashion.
Her face appeared shy and her embarrassment deepened by the second as his gaze kept lowering, looking at her twin peaks that wouldn't lose to Isabella's size, its shape wonderful like two mature peaches ready to be devoured. Her hips appeared slim before leading to the shape of curvy buttocks, and her inner opening was hurriedly blocked by her shapely thighs that were thick enough to make him salivate.
Those long, smooth, and jade-like legs of hers didn't help him control the beating passion in his heart. He raised his head to look at her face, but her luscious twin peaks caught his attention once again. Nevertheless, using all his willpower in front of two huge forces of attraction, Davis moved his lips.
