78. IT'S ALL THE BUTTERFLY'S FAULT
VALERIA
My nails dug into the strong, sweaty muscles of his back, and I bit his lower lip hard enough to taste blood.
Inside, he moaned deeply in his mind as my wet petals were parted and pierced slowly by his thick, round glans.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, licking his mouth, my half-closed eyes meeting his, filled with lust and need.
His hands gripped my ass, spreading it, lowering my suspended body until I was impaled little by little on that massive erect cock.
“Sssshhh, you’re so tight. Fuck, Valeri