His voice was low, dripping with lust, his breath hot against her skin, sparking a shiver that made her perky breasts jiggle faintly under her top.
"T-that's what they c-call it," Ivana stammered, her cheeks burning, her heart racing as she realized his intent.
'Savior God's making a move on me again… he doesn't plan to abandon me…' The thought hit her hard, a mix of relief and arousal flooding her, her pussy tingling despite the soreness from yesterday.
Deus's hands grew greedier, caressing her curves, sliding over her tight jean skirt, his palms pressing against her ass, the fabric doing little to dull the pleasure surging through her.
He sucked her nape, his lips firm, his tongue flicking her skin, tasting her sweat, leaving a faint mark that made her gasp.
