ATTENTION: MATURE CONTENT!
- What is it, honey? - he raised an eyebrow, licking his own lips, enjoying her awkwardness. – What do you want?
The way she fidgeted on the bed and moved her hips strained his groin even more and he couldn't wait to be between her spread legs, but he just stood there and waited with a straight face. He wanted to make sure that she was really ready to accept him with all the consequences that followed.
Her lips trembled, she opened and closed her mouth like a fish that was pulled out of the water. Pursing his lips, Raphael noticed a deep wrinkle on her forehead, and the corners of her lips crept down in frustration.
Touching the soft mattress of the bed with his knee, he bent down to her and reaching out, pinched her the chin, slightly lifting her lowered head.
- What do you want, baby? Tell me, otherwise I won't know. - his voice sounded even more sensuous in her ears than before.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!