Grant panted heavily, pulling out of Anna. He moved to untie her wrists and ankles and caressed her skin, trying to get her blood flowing. “Are you okay, kitten?” He asked lovingly.
“I am,” Anna admitted shyly. “But still horny, daddy.” She wiggled her brows suggestively. It was all the provocation Grant needed before he grabbed her, nudged her to her knees, and shoved his c*ck deep inside her again. This time he f*cked her slowly. Scratch that. He made love to her. Sensually. Swaying his hips back and forth pausing, in between, to kiss her neck or turn her head to kiss her mouth.
“Do you like that?” Grant husked, pulling her up so that she was leaning against him but didn't falter in his strokes.
“Aaah,” Anna moaned, pushing back on Grant's c*ck just as earnestly. “I want to ride you
