The uncountable number of times that he sent her over the edge had cost her leg to ship with so much rhythm and pattern. sentence formation and not become a problem. she wasn't necessarily able to say a thing. he knew what he was doing and he did it to perfectly. with so much enthusiasm. perhaps it was something about the way she had sucked him off. or the immense attraction that he had for her. or maybe it was because her delicacies were too sweet. he couldn't just randomly keep his mouth out of her p****. Perfection was her name. it was how his or her.
'Enzo… Enzo..' she tried to say but the word only comes out as a moon. nothing else. he was so good at making her feel like this will stop bringing her over the edge over and over again. giving her a denial only to give her the perfect orgasm.
' I know love. I know..' the answer is staring up at her for a split second. he knew exactly what she wanted to say. she was overly sensitive.
