Lorenzo

With every thrust, Eva shivered and moaned loudly, doubling my arousal and urging me to climax. Oh, Eva, look what you've made me do. Everything about her was perfect—her body, her moans, her wetness enveloping my thrusting thickness.

She turned to face me, her soul seemingly on the brink of escape. Her pupils were heavenward, her lips trembling as if she wanted to sing in soprano. Oh no, I went wilder, faster, and harder, unable to hold back.

Wrapping my left arm around her chest, I undid the buttons of her dress and slipped my hand inside. I squeezed her small breast, which elicited a sharp hiss from her....