38-not a game

Oliver Castillo

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I watched her feel.

Her body squirmed in response to every sinful deed I offered. Then the overlapping symphonies of her sweet moans. She was good at delivering to me what I needed from her, and then I tasted her.

She was like a rare wine in the collection, one that I would offer anything to taste over and over.

I watched her mellow after she reached her orgasm. The emotions that whirled in her eyes like a fucking hurricane, made it clear that she had never felt something like that.

Once she released her delicious juices, her body suddenly relaxed and her heavy-lidded eyes blinked to a slumber.

I hauled her to a good position on the bed and covered her. I also slid in and pulled her to me, holding her as she let out some silent snores.

She was in my arms, Liana, the girl my hands itched to hurt was now the girl I wanted to protect and keep to myself. I was dying to make things right between us, erase every sad moment I induced on her and make her see just ho