Chapter 83.
Clara’s POV.
I was getting accustomed to Maxwell.
I have never felt this free, this relieved, and less shy of him than I am now. Right now, he was standing between my thighs with his briefs down and his huge, erect, veiny, and hungry member in his hands, stroking himself gently while he stared at me like he wanted to devour me, because he badly wanted to.
“You are so hard,” I mumbled softly, biting gently on my lower lip while he moved the cap of his c**k to the entrance of my p***y.
“And you… My sweetheart, you're so f*****g wet.”
My cheeks burned and I blushed, then he moved his hand to my hips, scouting down till my ass was at the edge of the table.
His c**k moved to my p***y and he stroked gently.
“You… you are so f*****g hot!” he groaned while I shuddered.
My skin
