[ Ferdinand takes pride in his physique, but the way she admires him so openly with her eyes makes his heart flutter. She looks just as in her element with her lips so close to the head of his cock as she did on the stage at the Mittelfrank Opera Company all those years ago.

Amber eyes shift down to watch her breasts as she frees them from her dress, and his teeth graze over his lower lip. Unable to resist the urge, he lets his hand fall away from the base of his own cock so that he can grope her with a hungry, kneading palm. Goddess, he's fantasized about touching her like this for so long that it makes him shudder even before her tongue grazes the head of his cock. ]

You would have me begging in no time. [ He swallows a lump in his throat as his palm massages her breast, his gaze fixated upon that perfect face, those gorgeous eyes, those luscious lips so tantalizingly close to his cock. ] But even if I came, I would not want to stop.

[ His eyelashes flutter as his hips roll instinctively at the thought of her astride him. No, not just astride him, but beneath him, between him and a wall, on her hands and knees before him — there is no end to the number of fantasies that flash in his mind's eye, and every single one of them stars her in the leading role. ]

I would want to fill you over and over again, Manuela... even if we were caught, I could not bear to stop.