Chapter 83

When I got rid of my panties, jumping out of my heap of clothes, Picasso appeared in the living room already with the condom on. He hissed softly in approval when he noticed that I had already anticipated myself, and went with everything in my direction.

I leaned against the door of the house, and Picasso pressed me against it, producing a muffled knocking sound. He lifted me by the thighs, and I interlaced the legs at his waist. All the horniness returned "in fact, it had never disappeared" and he put me lying on the couch.

Picasso wasted no time with small talk, he put one of my nipples in his mouth, lowered his hand between my legs and began to stimulate me. I didn't need that. It was so wet that his fingers slipped, and my nipples were already beyond sensitive.

However, I didn't have enough strength to say that he could focus on other parts. It could be the last time. The first and last day. So let it be intense in every possible way. I was