Raula
Gently, he places me down so that I am standing up. I no longer feel the pain in my sprained ankle. How can I feel anything with this heat messing up my head, other than my lustful pussy begging for attention?
He looks down at me with those confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood's pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He's so freaking hot. Coming to me, he grabs me by the waist so that I hit his rock-hard chest. I gasp when he holds my neck before his lips land roughly on mine.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Raula?" he whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
"I want you so bad, I can feel it in my veins. I am going to make you feel so good. You want that, don't you baby?" he adds, caressing my chin.
