Like her full breasts and generous hips were made for me to hold and taste and f**k.
I’m mid-thrust when her eyes flutter open. Those warm, trusting eyes that are begging me for things I can’t possibly give.
Her fingers snake up and down my torso. Her hips lift to meet mine. She’s panting and moaning incoherent noises that tell me everything I need to know.
This is good. This is right. This is how it should be.
Pleasure tightens inside of me, but I’m not through with her yet. I hook my arms under her knees and slide deeper inside of her.
She cries out, and I feel her tighten around me. The simple change of position is enough to rip her to shreds. The rhythmic pressure of her orgasm is intoxicating, the way she squeezes me, milks me, begs me to come along with her. The way her face twi
