บท 151: The Flood

Simione was still panting hard, fresh from orgasm when Hawk leveled on her gaze. There was something in his eyes that told the girl they were far from over and when he overtook her lips again and crushed himself over her, the hardness of engorged manhood made the woman become very aware of his unsatisfied wanting. He was ironed hard and the feeling of it, crushing into Simione's stomach made her overwhelmingly curious on how he must have felt right then. She very well remembered how he groaned painfully last night  because he tried to suppress it. Would he do the same thing now?