C158 I am dreaming of a family with you

Hazel traced her fingers on Francisco's back, feeling the heat of his skin and the texture of his tattoo. His gentleness contrasted with the depth of his every push, and Hazel couldn't hold back her moans.

With a trembling hand, she held Francisco's face, her other arm wrapping around his neck. Francisco kissed her palm tenderly as Hazel cupped his cheek