Chapter 8
- •RAFFAELE MANCINI•
- I most definitely hit the spot with her. The way she looked at me, it was like she wanted me buried so deep inside her that she forgot how to breathe. Her eyes, her trembling lips, it was all so obvious.
- Of course, there’s nothing I’d love more than to make that happen. I want it to be her in this spot, moaning my name, writhing beneath me as I punish her with my cock. But I can’t do that.