Her Killing Intent
Her question was straightforward and void of shame.
Lenny looked at his risen spear and back at the naked gorgeousness before him.
Her body was wet, and the drops of water falling on her skin were a sight sore eyes would admire even at the cost of blindness or death.
Every part of her body was a true invitation to be subdued.
Her call to be pinned down was obvious, but for some reason, Lenny did not move one bit.
Although his manhood was zealous to attack and his mating instinct was like a wild horse that did not want to be held back, he still did not move.
This made Ella doubt his sexual preference once more.
However, unknown to her, the Satan system was blowing alarms in Lenny's head.
Ella was apparently trying to enter his mind.
He did not know what would happen, but he understood that if he did it with this woman, he would be finished.
After a few seconds, Ella burst into a light giggle.