U salonu gdje se njezin pogled malo prečesto susreće s mojim

She tells me I look really handsome, then pulls me into a semi-private room. The moment we are alone, her lips press into mine in a deep, wet kiss. She climbs on top, straddling me in a hungry rhythm, then gets on all fours on the chair, lifting her hips with need. Lying on her side, she spreads her legs and begs for something harder. Not fingers. She wants it inside. Trying not to get caught, we move together in secret, her voice shaking as she reaches peak after peak.