Without breaking eye contact, Roman flipped them over on the mattress, remaining deeply joined inside her. Leaning down, he bit her bottom lip before devouring her mouth with his tongue. Syrene’s hands gripped the back of his head, letting out hungry, needy moans as her hips rocked up to meet his slow, punishing grind.
Suddenly, Roman pulled her up against his broad chest and began slamming into her with hard, reckless thrusts. Their sweat-slicked skin slapped together in the quiet room, her moans muffled directly against his lips.
Fuck, I'm going to cum...
Syrene’s entire body tensed in his arms, her nails digging hard into his shoulders. Thrashing her head back, she thrusted her hips up to meet his frantic pace, screaming his name as sweat glistened down her throat. "Oh, fuck... Roman
