Chapter 12 A Real Man

Skip Arella is a fucking wet dream! HER EAGERNESS made me harder, that I never imagined it was possible. Her smell, the scorching effect of her touch, and the softness of her curves were such a powerful aphrodisiac. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs snaked around my waist as I carried her blindly towards my bedroom. I was still busy worshiping her sweet, plump, and swollen lips. The hardness of my cock pressed against my jeans was torture. The blood rushing to my head dizzied...