Wayne’s POV
“Make love to me.” Eloise corrects herself, legs spread open, begging for me to take her.
And I do, smooth.
Soft.
Letting her body guide me, her wetness smoothly creates a smooth passage for my c**k…
“Ohh—” Her whole body goes rigid, her hands itch to grab anything, anything at all. When she can't reach for my arm, she claps her mouth, gasping into it.
“Relax,” I don't rush her.
Her p***y is dark pink, too fragile, too bruised.
I spit on her p***y mound and watch it glide down her thick c**t, run a smooth line on her slit, and curl around her p***y lip that forms a fat circle around my c**k.
In.
Out…
I push in slowly and gentle rhythm, letting her body lead the pace. She whimpers and stretches, restless, moaning as if confused about which emotions to feel.
“Oh
