
He made his usual cheeky look, teasing yet dominant.
I rolled my eyes as his rhythm matched the pace of our heat. I touched the top of his crown n collected the nectar- slipped it into my mow, owning it. Solely!
My slender body ached in pain as he rode my holes- that's y missionary is not so voluntarily preferred. Yet a lil pain yielded my wry labia smile, damp n cry.
He groaned as my moans were filling the sultry ambience.
Catching his heads, filling my clits, Once again, I dragged him towards me in a hurry.
Its sensual- deep yet lovely!!