My eyes widened when he quickly turned over and placed me on top of him. He so easily lined me up with his erection. Slowly, I slid down his wet pole.
"I'm tired," I moaned.
With me fully submerged on his d**k, he propped himself up and began to thrust in and out of me. My body was bouncing up and down on him like I was on a trampoline. I could feel my breasts moving with each stroke and Saint couldn't seem to take his eyes off of them.
He reached up and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back so my neck was exposed to him. He started going impossibly faster and harder. He placed his other hand on my hip to get me to rock back and forth with each of his strokes.
"f**k," he moaned. Bringing my chest down to his lips, he sucked my tit into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the areola
