The Challenge

Katya

"That was...phenemonal."

We were both physically spent, our chests heaving up and down in fast unrythmic pace.

But our exhaustion wasn't from what I had expected when Ferrara flashed those mischievous beautiful pupils at me.

In fact, for the first time, he hadn't taken me in his arms and spread me out on the table, eating out my wet pussy till I turned to puddle in his arms.

Surprise surprise, turned out that there was something else he had in mind for us to eat,

What he had prepared,

Steamy hot soup, spicy as fuck and damn large!

"If you aren't up for the challenge, you can simply name me the winner, Katya, and you know I get to name my prize."

The beautiful manipulative son of a bachelor had intentionally poked my competitive button, knowing I would rise to the bait.

And he had done that with his mischievous glint as he swept his hot gaze through me, his arms spread out languidly.

My eyes narrowed as soon as he reminded me of the competition he had pushed forward, and I immedi