Crayvin
I will never get tired of this.
Right as I slip in, she jolts and arches her back. I begin slamming into her, feeling her sweet apex tighten around me as I continue. Our skin makes a clapping sound as it connects over and over.
Panting, my jaw clenches as I tug her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. She gasps as our tongues collide and her back presses against my chest. The kiss is wet and sloppy, hot and heavy all at once. Her eyes roll back before her head drops down again. Our bodies mold together perfectly.
"f**k, Crayvin. Yes, just like that," she cries out. My name is a whimper on her tongue.
I bite back a groan and my breath hitches as my eyes focus on her tattoo. I drop my head and place a kiss on the black ink, my breathing erratic and hot against her ski
