How he makes me feel…
"I love you a million times. You fascinate me, Nyla." Vermeen whispered into Nyla's ear, grazing her pinnae and muttering other love proclamations to her ears. Two couples entangled in a sheer mangled sheet. Vermeen braced himself over her; Nyla was between his bulging hands, the broadness of his shoulders shielded her face from seeing the star-studded sky. She watched his eyebrows jolt with disappointment as he awaited her response. He pinned her hands together above her head and lowered his face. His rough breath caressed her free breast, exposed from the lowered sheet. He covered the rosy bud and slipped it between his lips before pulling it into his mouth. "How long would we keep hiding what is going on between us." Nyla gasped at the throbbing sensation between her thighs, moaning into the night and writhing under him.
