The longing, R-18. Pt2 (My birthday special.)
Zafira cupped her other b----t and raised it to Kelvin's
face, begging him for more.
He happily obliged and s----d hard on her perfect mounds, rolling his tongue around her n----e repeatedly while his hand glided up under her dress searching blindly.
Finally his fingers brushed against her slick p---y, and she quivered at his touch.
“F--k me, Kelvin. I need you to f--k me!” she
begged.
“No. Not yet." Kelvin teased, with a seductive smile of
his own.
He climbed off the bed and pulled her to the edge.
His grasping hands eased her thin dress from her, gravity piled the fabric on the floor.
He beheld her demonic naked body with a smile on his face, she was now his.
She rubbed her swollen c--t with her fingers,
teasing him mercilessly.
Kelvin chuckled at this, he won't be falling for her trick.
He would take his time with her perfect body.