Maksimillian

Zenovia’s lips and tongue were so delicious and sweet, setting aside the orange juice taste. It was intoxicating. Her lips were so soft and addictive; I couldn’t stop myself from deepening the kiss and pushing my tongue inside her mouth, which made her moan a little.

Fuck! That sound was so good in my ears. Add to that, her kissing me back was already driving my hard staff insane, jerking inside my pants.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered to her when I broke off the kiss.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she looked dazed. It amused me to see her smokey grey orbs gazing at me with...