HAZEL
Asher groans with his c**k still buried deep inside me.
“You’re so sweet,” he moans. “I love your p***y, freckles. So much.” He f***s me harder and it’s quite obvious that we aren’t going to last much longer. I hold him tight.
He spins me around and we both crash unto the bed. Our limbs intertwine. We kiss with wild abandon, as we f**k.
“Yes,” I moan, reacting to the way he rolls his hips and grinds his c**k into me, hitting new spots that make my eyes roll to the back of my sockets. “Oh gods. Asher.”
“Baby,” he grunts against my lips.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, lips hanging open. “Keep going. Yes. Right there.” I arch my back and he holds me down, wrapping his arms around me.
Our moans disrupt the flow of our thrusts. I’m about to shatter. Asher takes my tongue and ducks on it
