One night stand

The Air was heavy, the night was cold. Everything was blurry, Shania's body tensed, wavering as a yearning rushed up her chest. A craving she had never felt before. Her lashes half lowered, and there was a faint, intent pull between her fine brows, she wanted what he was giving her, she wanted the tension and torture and solace. The craving had brought a haze of perspiration over the surface of her skin until the fragrance of roses heightened and attained a glimmer of musk, so remarkably arousing and satisfying

It was just a night and nothing else. She would let this one pass, give herself to the man pleasuring her. it wasn't a crime no, after this she wouldn't see him. Despite the voices in her head screaming BIG mistakes. She wanted a taste of the handsome man, his refined lean body was on her. Touching him quench her thirst

His mouth was hot and demanding. Eating away her p***y with need. Every strike of his tongue on her wet entrance had Shania rocking her hips upwards

Groaning