Chapter 14

Patrícia felt every centimeter of Augusto entering and leaving her, his movements rhythmic and precise, as if he knew every curve of her body better than she did herself. Her lips seemed to have a life of their own, unable to hold back, letting moans escape that echoed through the room, mingling with their shared ragged breathing.

“What a delicious man… what a delicious cock…,” the thought crossed her mind, even though she could barely form words at that moment. All she felt was him—