Lucrezia bit her lips as Maverick rubbed his palms against her swell in a rhythmic motion, eliciting a moan from her each time.
The sweet feeling was inexplicable, and she licked her dry lips in front of the mirror, closing her eyes to relish the sensation of having her mounds romanced over and over again.
Maverick's smirk increased, hearing her small sounds as he watched her breathless reaction through the mirror.
Seeing her in such a state made him even harder and his throbbing manhood stretched farther, the veins turning more visible and the tip of it touching her clit, enough to make her whimper.
Lucrezia didn't even realise when she gripped the countertop of the sink harder, trying to muffle the chaotic sounds struggling to leave her mouth.
She looked like a hot mess and she didn't care.
