"I won't be gentle tonight, love.. Is that okay?" He asked devilishly, and I nodded. "Thank you!!" He kissed me once more and began to move. Poor stabs at first, then faster after a few minutes. As he rode over me, my chest fluttered.
"Ahh!!! Ahh!! ugh! s**t!!" I exclaimed as I looked up at the ceiling. My two hands began to travel to his chest, and his raister n*****s began to pound. As he continued to pump over me, I barely reached for his n****e. I lick his n****e and suck it. Because of the sweat that we mix with every fit of our skin, it tastes sweet and sour.
"Ahh, love," he moaned, rubbing my chest. "I despise this position," he said as he shifted our position. I'm on top of him now. "Love... ride me," he said. I was taken aback at first because I had no idea how to do it. "Don't
