Immoral Night
As his large, manly hands moved to massage my breasts, my body trembled with pleasure as I felt my core clench with desire. It felt as if my lips could no longer form proper words as countless moans of ecstasy escaped from between my lips. It felt like my body was melting against his as he groped and squeezed my womanly mounds in his hands.
"You love it when I play with your breasts. Were you waiting for me?" he asked before letting out a soft chuckle. I could feel my nipples hardening against the palm of his hands as the wetness of my juices began trickling out from the slit between my legs.
I could already feel myself getting so wet down there, although all he had done was caress my body and play with my breasts. My body yearned for him, and I could no longer ignore the throbbing need that I felt deep inside of my core.
"Of course not," I tried my best to deny it. The way that Raphael laughed mockingly at me told me that he did not believe my words in the slightest.