tattoo boy

[28] pretty mature too!

Angelica's POV ☆ |

Vinnie's love sucked me in the more he sucked on my body. His lips cupped on my breasts, serving them with his passion. Our silhouettes were framed from the soft red lights he had lit in his room.

I breathly moaned out with every delicate touch from him. We both removed our tops and then our bottoms.

Vinnie continued to kiss me while he scrambled in his drawer for protection and lubricant.

While the air slaps my body from being exposed in only a laced bra and underwear, he kissed in a sweet passage from my stomach to the lining of my underwear.

My stomach naturally sucked in from his kisses and my hand dozed on the back of his head, still grabbing a handful of his hair. we both gave each other "those" eyes and we fell over each other's sexual frenzy.

My eyes shut close and I let the rest of my senses take over. The smell of his passive tropical coconut shampoo and cologne, the touch of his smooth bare skin gliding against mine, The sound of his god-crafted lips smacking against my sweet skin, and lastly the taste of missing his delicious lips.

yet, my dream came true, he slid my underwear to the side and made my toes point. I grasped the handful of his hair tighter and wildly bit my lip, compressing my groans. His lips on my happy button made my body tingle all over.

Vinnie made me feel amazing and made me love every part of me. He complimented me and guided me through it all.

When he slid himself in, he distracted, and blurred my moans by kissing me. I winced in slight pain and clenched the sheets, as he plowed my fields.

With every thrust, he proved his affection to me as we were wrapped in the sheets. I felt so safe and so secure that I could trust him at this very moment. The room was left with the smell and lewd sounds of sex from our hips colliding together.

after a while

Exhausted and contemplating, Vinnie and I laid out on the bed, looking up at his ceiling trying to absorb what just happened. All of it was like an endless stream of...

I worry that I indeed blacked out during my orgasm.

My heartbeat at an unnatural rate as I was reminded of the faded scratches I printed on his back. My screams as he gravitated to a comfortable speed and length.

My hair was a mess from the way he gripped my head each time he pulled me in. Our eye contact was so infinite during that moment, and currently neither of us looked at each other.

I can still feel the heat of his hands that gripped onto my waists and the faint stings of his handprints on my ass. This session was hot, and I knew my body would suffer, but it was worth it.

oh Vinne, what have you done to me.