'I need to get out of here… I don't like what my body is becoming,' Fiona thought, her mind spiraling.
Her breath trembled, heat spreading beneath her skin as panic tightened in her chest.
'I need to leave… now…'
His hand slid across Kiara's chest, fingers closing around her breast in a firm, possessive grip, while the other still thrusting steadily inside her.
"Don't you like being taken by my fingers?" he growled, his gaze fixed on Kiara as her moans spilled freely.
"Yesss…" she gasped, clutching tightly onto his shoulders. "Please… don't stop—oh God…"
He shifted upward, capturing her n****e between his lips. He bit down gently before soothing it with slow, deliberate licks, then sucked harder, drawing soft cries from her as her body reacted, her n*****s stiff and aching with sensitivity.
"Damn, Kiara… you're really enjoying this, aren't you…" His voice dropped, thick with heat.
"Mr… Manson—ahh…" she moaned, her voice breaking.
