I kiss and lick my way up it, feeling her moans vibrate her skin.
My tongue parts her lips and intertwines with hers. Our kisses become frantic, and we grasp each other, pinching and pulling at our skin.
Losing our breath, we begin melting into each other.
Our bodies becoming one; I don’t think we can get any closer.
My hand moves to her ass, and I slap it.
She gasps and kisses me harder.
She’s always liked it rough; I’d never lie about that. It’s always the angels who have the dirtiest secrets.
My finger explores between her ripe cheeks, following the fabric of her thong passed her taint, and I touch her wet cunt over the lace.
She groans into my mouth, and my fingers continue to explore the soaked material, lightly teasing her lips and clit.
“You’re fucking drenched, angel.”
She responds by pushing me down, forcing my hands away.
Without a word, she grabs my cock, and I instinctively jerk into her hands.
“Ah, Elsa!”
She smiles through a heated expression and stares at me, a hint of playfulness glimmering in her eyes.
To my fucking surprise, she slides her hand between her legs and fingers herself.
I’m stunned. I can’t look away.
Closing her eyes briefly, she opens them and smiles menacingly.
She pulls her dripping wet fingers from inside and wraps them around my dick, lubing it with her juices.
And she slowly but firmly strokes it.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I close my eyes hard, completely bewildered, and my ache becomes excruciating.
A deep feral groan ripples through me.
I can’t take this anymore. And I don’t care about the fucking camera.
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I need to take her...now.
Without a second thought, I grab her waist, lift her up, and pin her down on the bed with my body.
I hold her hands above her head so as to keep her from fighting back, and she blinks at me in shock.
“It’s my turn now, Angel.”
Chapter 21
Elsa