Chapter 57

Guilia

Gradually, his feet guided us to the coconut tree where he’d been talking about, my back flattened against its bark.

He dropped to his knees, his nose sniffing my flesh. “So all the time I was speaking your body was busy getting ready for me,”

“I couldn’t help it,” I confessed.

As his tongue took a swipe at my wetness, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, overwhelmed by the spinning sensation that threatened to tear my body apart. He continued taking laps patiently and fervently until my legs began to quiver.

But he didn’t stop, he suckled my clit with feverish, raw hunger, grabbing my ass...