Oz
Laura was so wet that the feel of her tight p***y gripping my c**k tight was enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. The space in the car was tight, but with her straddling me, we didn’t need much room. Pistoning my hips, I filled her. Each stroke brushed my c**k along the tight ribbed bundle of nerves in her body. I knew she liked it; I could feel her body’s reaction.
“Ride me, Laura,” I growled out. My hands came up to cup both of her large breasts. They were heavy in my hands. My mouth found her jaw and dropped lower, my lips kissing my way down her throat until I came to the mark I had so recently given her. I flattened my tongue, lapping against it, and she came hard.
I had heard stories of a mating mark being ultra-sensitive, but never in a million years had I tho
