"Hey now," I admonish playfully, slapping lightly at Oliver's ass when he pushes back against me. "I'm the one running this show."
He looks over his shoulder at me and even though I am literally inside of him, I still swoon at the sight-- bright blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, strong jaw and devastating All-American good looks. He's all mine. How is it that he's all mine?
Stunned as I am, I remember the look that Oliver gave me when we started, the one burning with a certain sort of need, so I lean forward and wrap my hand around his elbow, giving it a tug hard enough that he's forced to bend it. "I'll fuck you how I want to, pesca. Just how you need."
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He looks over his shoulder at me and even though I am literally inside of him, I still swoon at the sight-- bright blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, strong jaw and devastating All-American good looks. He's all mine. How is it that he's all mine?
Stunned as I am, I remember the look that Oliver gave me when we started, the one burning with a certain sort of need, so I lean forward and wrap my hand around his elbow, giving it a tug hard enough that he's forced to bend it. "I'll fuck you how I want to, pesca. Just how you need."