MR CEO, MY GREAT EMEMY
- LECTURAS 238
- Votos 15
- Partes 10
Continúa56m
Última publicación mar, may 28, 2024
⚠️⚠️⚠️ WARNING!
This book contains explicit sexual content, adult themes, and strong language. It is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
"Nice ride," she commented, running her fingers over the leather interior.
"Thanks," I said, starting the engine. "Where to?"
She gave me a knowing look. "Anywhere but here."
I drove aimlessly for a while, the city lights blurring as we sped through the streets. Eventually, we found a quiet spot in a deserted parking lot. I turned off the engine, and the car was filled with a heavy silence.
"So, Gabriel," she said, turning to face me. "What now?"
I leaned over, my breath mingling with hers. "Now, we forget about everything else."
I leaned to her for a kiss and she kissed me back, her hands tangling in my hair. My lips mumblings her upper and lower lips aggressively as she breathe heavily in my mouth.The next few moments were a blur of heated passion as our hands were running through our bodies. Clothes were discarded haphazardly, and the confined space of the car seemed to heighten the intensity. Every touch, every kiss, sent electricity through my body.
"Gabriel! Ouch! Deeper!!" She moaned as she's breathing heavily and her moan aroused more hormones in me as I went deeper and faster
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