Her enthusiasm startled Capone, and he lifted himself slightly to look at her. She grunted in epiphany.
There was a hint of enchantment and provocation in his eyes, and the way he pursed his lips and smiled, like a small fox that had stolen grapes.
He lightly probed, not like a swimming dragon entering the water with the momentum of riding the wind and waves, but more like a shallow test.
The hottest, thickest tip made her a little uncomfortable. Sophia took a deep breath and tried to relax her hot, soft belly, allowing the lustful presence to move deeper.
Layers of soft flesh clung to him, as if alive, and he could feel her soft, wintry passions fluttering and contracting with the determination to devour him.
"Learning to enjoy yourself? Bad Sophy..."
"You are the bad one. We clearly agreed to do nothing, but now all this... Men really can't be relied on..." She moaned, her voice breaking with longing.
