70 - Jessy

Those words were too much for my self-control. Men devoid of self-esteem never said that, but there was Hazz; that wild and virile side that he never left exposed, which I had seen from the moment our eyes met. There was the reason why I was so disturbed in every sleep, so anxious for a more intimate contact. That man who made my legs tremble, and who was now placed both hands inside my pants, bending down to push her to my feet. His hands have risen to my thighs again, passing through them, touching my intimacy still inside my panties and going up until I reached my shirt again.

Hazz pulled me to sit on his lap, adjusting my legs around his waist, groping my hip and ass so that I would really get on top of his best part. I sighed softly, containing the stupid smile that was starting to grow in my mouth. At all times, he kept watching me. I didn't look at my body with that first-time desire, I stared at my eyes, as if I could read between the lines. As if you could know that I was alr