'So what?' Sophia interrupted, bitterly, 'Does that make sense, you're going to marry her soon! Sooner or later you'll be someone else's husband, someone else's father! Ah ...'
Capone's body pushed hard into the depths of her pistil heart, his hand covered the stiff white softness of her breasts and rubbed them, the tingling and strange feeling made Sophia almost unable to bear it.
I don't know what's wrong with her these days, but her breasts are always rising, but her period is late, it's a symptom that only occurs during those few days in the middle of every month!
'Wet?' Capone hummed softly in contentment, his fingertips probing into the bush and scooping up a sticky finger.
He had also noticed lately that her body had become more and more sensitive, quick to move and wet, and reacting strongly to the plastic even when the pounding action was gentle.