Mona X Fischl Romane & Geschichten

Little Nomi answered with her squeaky voice, corners of her mouth lifted with pride. Monique Xander’s face was blushed red within seconds. Her daughter was proudly showing her off. She drove and left hurriedly. Monique Xander was very rarely affected by men. She felt as if she was tossed around in a tornado. Perhaps that man’s aura was too strong. Looking at his call log, Henry Moore dialed his secretary’s number. “Monique Xander with phone number 181*****. Find out everything you can about this woman.”

Monalisa was dripping wet and she couldn't control it anymore. Her legs began to shake and she began to moan in ecstasy. Jayden withdrew his fingers from her juicy area and his lips began to move down slowly, placing kisses on each spot of her body. He stopped when he came closer to her juicy area. Monalisa raises her head a bit to find out what he was trying to do. Jayden's tongue found it's way into her juicy and Monalisa quickly covered her mouth with her hands and tried catching her breath. She tried stopping herself from screaming, it was quite an impossible task for her.