His Scorching Desire

He watches me stripping my vestments slowly, hunger is evident through his burning eyes—burning with flame of desire. His patience is getting shorter, wanting to do my stripping.

I bit my lower lip harshly as he curse, defeated from fighting the patience. He rushed towards my position then he attack me with his lips. And I leveled the intensity of his weakening kisses.

I trembled—feeling drowning on this man's scorching kiss. His hands began roaming roughly on my nakedness, palming my blossoms, and reaching the heart of my feminine. Yes, I am stripped within seconds.

He lay me down on his soft mattress without breaking the kiss.

He reaches for something beside the bed and he plunged It in my chest. Giving me the scorching feeling… my hot blood gushes out making me breathless.

For last, he whispered clearly, “This is my desire for an Asian like you.”