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Amber didn't know how to react to Andrea's hands on her hips, his breath on her face, let alone the tingle in her center.

He blinked twice hard to see if he wasn't dreaming, realizing that no.

"Devil! Now it's your Sunday seventh," thought the blushing girl.

The words were not present, the two burned in an immeasurable passion, in a passion that was difficult to say in words, because the facts were real.

Amber didn't care if the next morning he would send her away, if the next morning he broke her heart in the worst way, she was just there, in pajamas wet with excitement, in the room of his mansion, ready and ready for him.

She closed her eyes, letting herself be filled by Andrea's huge kiss, who as he took her lips and inserted his tongue inside, touched her buttocks and squeezed them a little

He wanted to be gentle, he wanted to be gentle with her because it was his first time, he was aware of that and although he felt miserable for stealing her like that, he couldn't stand the desi