Killian bites his lip sharply; his eyes widen at an astonishing speed, and his expression turns almost animalistic.
"Ahh, Katarina, you’re really going to kill me," he says, holding my waist with both hands, not to guide the rhythm of my slow, gentle movements, but just to feel me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes as I move very, very slowly up and down on his erect c**k.
"f**k," he growls; the veins in his arms bulge from the strength with which he grips me. It doesn’t hurt; I love it. I feel his fingers clutching my flesh, but he makes no attempt to make me go faster; he’s just enjoying it.
I throw my head back, feeling the orgasm slowly building, rising from the tips of my toes to travel throughout my entire body.
Killian takes a n****e into his lips; his hands
