Vivianne wrapped her arms around his back, holding on as he made love to her. He pulled out of her so only the head of his c*ck remained before ramming inside in a hard thrust. The depth of his c*ck bumping her cervix made her pleasure mingle with the sharp point of pain. The sensation was intoxicating to her. He grasped her hands, holding them above her head. She couldn’t move. He plunged inside her, over and over again taking her to the peak but denying her the edge of release.
“I can feel your p*ssy tightening around me. I love you, Vivianne.”
“I love you, too. F*ck me, Erron. Please.”
She felt alive under his touch. Vivianne pressed her pelvis up meeting him half-way. They were making love, coming together as lovers on equal footing. He held her, pulling his body away from her.
