Sensual Whispers: Tales Of Passion ( Smut Series)
The Cinderella ball 8
He was exploring her inside mouth with his tongue.
they were having a passionate kiss...
He was kissing and biting Her lips
he slipped his hand while touching her face to neck and rubbing her boobs he pinched her one of the nipples and slide his hand down to her Thais...
The warm, sleek feel of Zara's sex as he pushed an experimental hand between her legs was more compelling than any degree of good sense, something he'd never had a particular affinity for anyway.,
And the speedy work that her determined fingers made of his belt left him little opportunity for second or third thoughts.
Her dark eyes held him perfectly still even as she took his swollen cock in hand and guided it to her.
Her arms were locked so tight around him that he imagined he'd need a pry bar to get her loose.
Her tiny form was almost too tight and he was initially afraid of hurting her, but she eventually proved receptive enough.
Ronan
** I need her, I never ever felt this uger before**
She twisted around him, twining their bodies together.
He sweated in the heavy confines of his tux, most of which was still on him.
The heels of his shoes dug little furrows into the ground with the force of rocking back and forth against Zara, driving up into her as hard as he could as the hot, rippling muscles inside of her squeezed and tightened inside the soaking wet confines of her body.
It appeared she was feeling needful too. Ronan pounded against her until he felt the inevitable feeling of pressure rising up from somewhere deep inside of him, the one that signaled that in a few minutes he’d release and in the meantime sent a feeling of heated anticipation scuttling up and down body.
Zara’s fingers tightened on his back. He bit his lip to keep from calling out. And then—
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