Chapter 73.
Maxwell’s POV.
I shouldn’t c*m in her p***y.
Of course, I know I should not c*m in Clara’s p***y. But I couldn’t help it. Because every nerve in my body was raging, and the heat that was curling around my body intensified, urging me to do more than I already was.
My grip on Clara’s waist tightened, and my waist snapped faster, c**k sinking deeper and deeper into her p***y, while she quivered.
“f**k!” I groaned, feeding her p***y with my c**k while burying my face against the nape of her neck, fondling her boobs and groaning out in utter sensation.
My teeth dug into her skin, my nails digging firmly into her waist while I made her take every inch of my c**k.
God! I feel obsessed. I feel so f*****g obsessed with Clara and the sweetness of her p***y.
Clara’s body trembled,
