NARRATOR'S POV
The hem of Lucille's shirt is trying to fall from Elthon's gripped holds. He displayed her on the cabinet not wanting to moved anymore.
"Ahh!" She moan when Elthon's hand went inside of her shirt massaging her mounds giving her pleasure.
"Elthon...." Lucille moan in called. As soon his hands slid inside, he then gripped the shirt that covers Lucille's bikini.
"Oh my god!" She reacted when Elthon gripped her shirt and quickly fell in the floor.
"I don't want you to see that guy again," He muttered full of authority on his voice. Lucille didn't answer as she couldn't bare the hit she felt and wetness down between her thighs.
"Ah! Oh my god!" She moans when Elthon didn't had a doubt and parted her thighs massaging his sensitive part.
"Eltho-- ohhhh ummm," She keep on moaning when Elthon still playing with her clit as his other hands is massaging her mounds.
