They could feel it, their sweaty bodies pressed against one another, moans and grunts lingering in the stuffy room’s air. Her nails clawed deeply into his back, scraping against the tattoos. Their lips refused to detach as his hip thrust in punishable slow motions, taking his pleasurable time with her.
“Oh Goooood,” she moans, feeling his head hitting her gratifying part every time without a single miss. He smirks, feeling immensely satisfied as she continues her prayers.
She wraps her legs around his waist, deepening the sensation between them as his thrust shortens but quicken. “Oh Gooood, I’m-” she inhales sharply “I’m-” she stops unable to form any words properly, mind-emptying.
“You’re what?” His husky voice hints mischief.
It’s been three years since Nina and Matthew d
