Lexie laid breathless on her back as Zheme pivoted his hips, c*ck still buried deep inside of her, so deep that Lexie could've sworn it touched her heart.

Right now, she was in a world of pure bliss, a world of pleasure that had her legs shaking in anticipation of her release and her lips trembling in aid of holding back her needy moans.

She was seeing pretty butterflies, some green, green grass and her world of pleasure would be incomplete if colourful and vibrant flowers weren't buried into the fruitfulness of the earth.

Zheme was the only man who had ever and who could ever take her to such...