WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (R18+)
He planted a kiss on the spot behind her ear, his fanning breath making Ana quiver under him. She held his neck tightly as he administered his sweet tortures to her.
Julian started trailing southwards planting a kiss on each spot on her flawless skin. His first stop was at her peaches. One of his hand grabbed it, gently squeezing the lust out of it. His tongue expertly played with her free one, and when she held his damp hair in despair, a smile curved on his lips.
The pace of his tongue increased making her breath come out hitched. Her hands seemed in conflict, whether to tear him away or bring him closer. In the end, she ended up doing both.
When Julian was satisfied with his torture on her peaches, he planted several kisses on her belly while his hands struggled to free her undergarments.
