Miguel stared down at Nelly, shock and anger flickering across his face. He couldn't believe she had held him in place, forcing him to cum inside of her.
"What the fuck did you do, Nelly?" he growled, his eyes narrowing.
Nelly smiled up at him, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on his chest. "What's wrong, Miguel? Don't you want to leave a little souvenir?"
Miguel sat up, his face dark with anger. "Damn you! You had better take care of yourself." Miguel snapped and stood up.
Nelly rolled her eyes without saying a word.
"Now, tell me the information you've got on my wife." Miguel ordered, staring intently at her seductive face.
Nelly suddenly chuckled, making Miguel frown.
"Oh, Miguel, you're so silly," Nelly laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You really think I'm just going to give you the information now?"
