Anton’s POV
Feeling Ana clenching around my fingers had to be one of the most satisfying feelings I'd experienced. She was beautiful, wantonly moaning my name and grinding her dripping p***y against my hand.
Fuck, this woman was going to kill me.
I turned her around to face me, before lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist, her hands finding my shoulders as I pulled her into another kiss.
She reached down, her small hand stroking over my throbbing d**k, before she leaned back enough to say, "Please, Anton."
I didn't need her to say it twice, and slowly slid inside her.
She groaned, her hands sliding into my hair as I slowly began to move, creating a steady rhythm.
One hand was under her ass, holding her up, while the other was tangled in her hair, pulling her into
