Hot as hell

Giovanni's eyes are closed, but a sly smile reaches his lips when he hears the sound of the opening door. He senses her approaching.

Eleonor bites her lips as she sees all the details of his perfectly sculpted body. It seems a sin that the water droplets run down his warm skin. She even feels a bit jealous of this damn water.

Eleonor walks over to him, feeling wet on the soles of her feet. She moves closer and places her palm on his abs, feeling his eight packs. Her eyes don't dare to look further, even if she's sure that he's hard rock. She's too focused on his muscles to notice the naughty smile playing in his lips.

“Go down, love. Let me feel your touch...” He commands in a soft voice.

Her fingertips downs slowly the lines of his abs, as she’s faking a shyness. Her cozy eyes sparkle with amusement on seeing him almost beg. Finally, her hands reach the right spot, and she grabs his hard-on with her wet and warm hands. If she's surprised or scared of his size, she doesn't show.

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