"Aleksander! Ah!" I braced my hands on his toned chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against my palm and lifted on him. My fingers curled in his shirt when I dropped again, and he hit me even deeper. "Oh, God!"
I rode Aleksander to the rythm I wanted, and he let me. Rolling my hips and ensuring that his d**k hit every sensitive part of me, driving me higher and higher to the burning passion he made me feel.
Aleksander's hands pawed at my body as I rode him. Cupping my breasts and gently teasing my n*****s. His palms skimmed over my hips and thighs, and I felt electricity spark on every inch of my skin he touched.
His hips lifted to meet mine each time I fell on his length again. We were perfectly in sync, and it felt as if I were still dancing, but now Aleksander was my partner.
