“Gotdamn it, Francis!” she shouted in ecstasy.
Francis’ brow creased, the powerful muscles in his thighs tightened, and his strokes became more rapid.
“Ahhhh, Tracy! Be-lla!” Francis growled as white lava erupted from his volcanic cock. “Agh…fuck!”
Tracy did her best to control her breathing as she watched thick cum spill down his shaft, wishing that she was there to lick him clean. She had even found herself disappointed when he used the towel to clean himself. Judging from the grin that Francis donned, her disappointment must have been evident.
“Don't worry, bella. I’ll have some for you when I get back,” he chuckled.
“And when is that?” Tracy asked, remembering that he hadn't answered her when she asked earlier.
“Soon,” was his response.
Tracy wrapped the towel around her body and narrowed her eyes at his vague response.
“Soon?”
“Si. How’s my boy doing in there?” Francis asked, changing the subject.
“He, or she, is fine. I gotta go. I’m having breakfast with Victoria in an hour, and I have to shower all over again,” Tracy snarked.
“Fine, cara, we’ll talk soon,” Francis responded, ignoring Tracy’s tone.
He disconnected the call, leaving Tracy to stare into a blank screen. She rolled her eyes at his consistent, unruffled demeanor.
Francis Savelli could not be goaded.
