EMILY
"Make love?" he chuckled, "You make it sound like we're in our eighties. But thanks, Emily. I love f*****g you."
"A little crass, don't you think?"
He smiled at me and we kept quiet for about twenty minutes. Before he began kissing me again, "Little miss, we aren't done."
Flipping me on my stomach, his arms pinned me on the bed, teasing the tip of his c**k against the openings of my v****a, before easing it in slowly.
"Oh, Jake, Oh, Jake," I cried out in exhilaration, as he thrusted into me. His stroke steady, deep, and gentle. It felt so good and I wished I could watch him from behind as he drilled into me.
His arms didn't leave my waist until I heard that one long grunt, similar to the one I heard moment ago ago when he was inches deep into my throat.
I guess this was wha
