Celeste gasped as her sensitive nipples grazed the cold marble top of the table, she couldn't lift as arms to brace herself on the table in preparation for whatever Lorenzo had in store for her as he already locked her arms behind her in a tight grip.
She felt her soaked panties glide down her legs as Lorenzo lifted each knee to help remove the useless fabric.
Celeste instantly felt self-conscious and exposed in that position, reminded of all the reasons why she shouldn't be on the table naked with her pussy in his face.
She tried to lift herself up but he pressed her back down, holding her in place.
"Lorenzo let me go," she said in a small voice.
"Wrong" he replied huskily, bending over to whisper in her ears.
"Sure I will let you go...after I'm done" he smirked, " And I haven't even started Caru Meu"
