
I couldn't take the barrier of her clothes for another second, but I refused to rush. I wanted to memorize her, to peel away every layer of the woman I was destined to marry until there was nothing left but her raw, shivering skin against mine.
I pulled my fingers from her soaking wet pussy, the sound of the suction loud in the quiet lounge, and looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed, her chest heaving. 'Let me see you, Elena,' I commanded, my voice a low growl.





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