51 - Jessy

Hazz kept kissing me, nibbling gently, sucking hard, and all at the same point, as if he wanted to leave a mark on me, at every point he went down, lower and lower. Something more than just that scene that I doubted would disappear from my head, from the praise he offered to my body.

First of all, Hazz had warned me that the building was made of such a thin material that all the neighbors always listened on the walls to hear what others were doing, and that's why I was holding back. I was trying not to make noise, not to moan with the touches he spread over my body and awakened every point.

And when he finally touched me there, I felt even more graced to live that moment.

"I shouldn't feel like a Goddess when touched by you," I confessed in a whispered tone, barely holding me back when I saw that Hazz was starting to slide my panties down. His face was now very close to my thigh, so close that I even felt his breath warm me up. "I shouldn't feel like no one can do the same.”

" Why not