A sound of glass clanging could be heard, followed by low gasps and wet lips colliding. Tension hung heavily within the room. You sat on Madhiaz's lap, cupping his face as you heaved for air.

Eres tan bonita Madhiaz breathed, his deep voice fueled the heat between your legs. The Spanish accent made it worse. Tan divina..

His hands gripped your hips, and the lipstick smudge on his parted lips never fail to turn you on.

Take the lead, mi amor.