Peyton can feel his hand gently slide, gliding up past her kneecap to her thigh, caressing, squeezing.
Surging contractions ripples through her thighs. Her center felt like it was no longer glowing, but blazing! Arching her back, she exhaled at the peak of what felt like an incoming o****m. Max's hand and fingers seeking further north up her thigh. Max's hand held her in the throes of an explosive c****x. Max coolly slides his chair up closer, timing it all perfectly and taking her into his arms. So he could feel her body trembling from the o****m while lying against his chest. Peyton cried out softly, moaning against his ear whispering.
"I must be high...so high..what's in this drink?" She winced softly.
Max replies softly in her ear. "This is all you and me. Just let go and follow me
