Deep thrusts
(Vivienne)
I didn't even know how his clothes went missing from his body. However, the tactful way he ripped my panties with just his teeth frightened me. Triggering something deadly in me that fear vanished.
"So damn beautiful" his voice was low and deep. So masculine that I wanted to hear him all night. The cold breeze carried me away. My toes curled in pleasure with each attack from Victor
Victor's palm glided up and down, and then around my waist to my stomach. He bent farther over me, his other hand cupping my breast, the tingling sensation rushing through me caused me to spasm. His mouth came to my shoulders, my spine, and he was groaning and kissing me while his fingers worked down below, opening me.
His movements were aggressive. His hands were rough and cold. With each time my body trembled. Whimpering underneath him as he massaged my thighs
I could only breathe in gasps, my body relaxing, yielding. His free hand lowered down until he cupped my sex.