Chapter 63 Ii)

“You wouldn’t dare,” Camilla replied. Maksim snorted. Bold women were now his type, and Camilla May Kalashnikov was the only name on the list. Pulling her forward so she was seated on the edge and her legs were properly positioned on his shoulders, he dived into her pussy. Her fingers descended into his hair as he feasted. He licked her so good, she dripped down the corners of his lips. This pussy that hadn’t opened for other men parted for him, and he dined like a starved man.