Throes of passion and affirmations.

Christabel's POV

"Louder princess, don’t be shy now. Tell me what you want” I heard him say.

His voice like a drug in my system, a drug I couldn’t get enough of, a drug I was addicted to

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please” I chanted multiple times, increasing the pitch of my voice in each sentence.

“Andre please fuck me” I cried out, with my legs shaking, while grabbing onto his hair and moving him even more close, it was almost like I was trying to fit hit head inside my pussy.

I was shameless this time around about the way I was feeling, and at that moment I couldn't care more of how and in what esteem I carried myself. All I wanted was his dick deep inside my pussy, I was lost to the pleasure.

He gave another breathtaking smile and crawled up to me, while staring right into my eyes. He planted a long and seductive kiss on my lips and I could taste myself on him.

“You taste so good mama, so so good” he praised, before kissing me again.

“I want you Andre, please” I said in between