I Am The Luna

Chapter 0331

“Not so fast Beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her lips before I release her wrist and slide my hand under her top. Her eyes flutter shut, and she arches her back.

I kiss her stomach softly, making her suck it in, the scent of her arousal making me lick my lips. Oh, how I want a taste of this sweet pussy.

“Oh, fuck…” she whimpers when I run my tongue up from her belly button, sliding her top up as I go.

She moans again and losing patience; I tear her top down the middle instead, wanting to see her naked breasts. And I’m not disappointed as I gaze down at her see–through white bra.

For a moment, I stare at her, admiring her hardened pink nipples that can be seen clearly through the sheer bra.

She’s fucking beautiful and sexy all at once.

She yanks me down, kissing me passionately and reaching behind her, I unhook her bra. That’s one I want to see her in again.

Running my hands along her smooth back, I relish in the feel of her skin before I grab her boobs, squeezing and fondling them.

She moans against my lips as I squeeze hard, my cock pressed against her pussy. She rubs herself against me and I growl against her lips, yanking her head back slightly.

“I

warn her quietly. The urge to tear her pants

she whispers

band of her pants and yanking them down, drinking in her sexy thighs and

barely cover anything, showing off her smooth pussy underneath. There’s a damp patch a telltale of just how turned on she is. I smirk looking

you’re so fucking wet for me,” I whisper huskily as I yank off her panties, making

eyes flashing at the delicious scent, before I

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close

a good girl and spread your legs for me, Foxie,” I murmur

together, her nipples hard. The only thing tainting her creamy skin is the marks left by my hands. My gaze travels lower and I bite back a growl, brushing my thumb

this… this is fucking

I go down on her, running my tongue along

am a man starved for far too long and tonight I’m tasting her in every fucking way.

cries soon fill the room

of her body that I don’t know, and I

place my hand on her stomach, holding her in place as she writhes beneath

hair, crying out in