Celine quickly slips out of her leggings and pants, George growls and lifts her and places her against the door so her hips are slightly above his, pinning her there with his weight while he releases his c**k from his own trousers with one hand. He groans,
“Are you sure about this, I am big.” She nods,
“I know, I’ve held you in my hand remember.” He rests his head against hers, sighing,
“I don’t want to hurt you.” She grips the back of his neck,
“I know, I trust you.” He groans again,
“Gods, Baby.” He lowers her until his tip was at her entrance. “I won’t be able to be as gentle with you as I’d like right now.” She smirks, and leans into his ear to whisper.
“Who on earth said I wanted you to be gentle.” She nips his ear gently with her teeth. He hisses.
“f**k! You. Are. My. Everythi
