LEONARDO

How many times have I fucked her now? Once? Twice? Fuck, that doesn't even matter. What matters is that her cunt was filled with honey. If there were anything greater and sweeter than honey, that would be the perfect description. Because honey was too small a word to describe this… this divinity between her legs.

Did it feel this good when I fucked her before? I know for sure I didn't feel like this. So she became sweeter. And that went straight to my head, loosening my mouth–unlike me–and the words just ran out without a filter.

“For a human, you’re far better than I expected.”

I felt her...