Carlos, was the most wonderful partner you've ever had. he understood you without words, paid as much attention as needed, but also respected personal boundaries, did something without your asking, just so you could rest. there were often flowers in a vase at home, and the refrigerator and shelves were filled to overflowing with goodies, and everything was fine in bed. in general, everything was perfect

You were lying on the bed with your head thrown back, your legs were trembling slightly and were covered with a blanket and wet sounds were coming from under it. It was late in the morning. Carlos was under the blanket between your thighs, sometimes trying to say something, but you quickly shut him up by guiding him back with your hand. Oliveira, touched your hips with his fingertips, which made you squeak, and Carlos got out from under the blanket in fright, rubbing his lips "is everything okay? Did I hurt you? " noticing your shifty gaze, the Portuguese frowned and tilted his head to the side "come on, don't Tom, I need to understand whether to continue or not"

you just refused and tried to shove him back under the covers because you were embarrassed about your nakedness, and Carlos, unlike you, was fully clothed. the man pouted when he ran his fingers over your thighs once more, causing you to giggle "and so that's what it's about. someone is afraid of tickling" the man laughed and immediately pulled you under the blanket, starting to tickle you around the hips