Chapter 82 You Just Messed With The Wrong Woman

• SERGEI RUSSO
• Her cheeks are so red that I slide my fingers over her soft skin just to try to control my impulse. This type of declarations no longer scare her; it's as if my little woman has already been molded for me and only for me. I firmly grab her hands to place them above her head. Her eyes look at my mouth and I must draw more than one sigh from her by the way she has seen me.
• I rub my hardened cock against her belly button, Dara is like a damn work of art that you want to keep intact for the rest of your life. Her small hands try to escape but I don't want to laugh at her failed attempt to do so, How could I not fall at her feet? How could I avoid this? Damn! I am so tangled up with this girl that my life would no longer make sense if she wasn't here. I kiss the tip of her nose and she jumps when my finger starts to explore inside her underwear. The woman of my life tightens her inner thighs feeling the pressure I am exerting against her clitoris.