YES, HIS HANDS HANDS FELT LIKE it was melded in fire, creating circles around her bossom and tummy, around her clavicle and neck and upwards to her cheeks and jaw, making her face him again.
His eyes were full of need and wanting, desperation, sadness and happiness at the same time, and even more, there was love. All true love in it’s unbridled form. After emptying her lips with his member, her hands continued to rotate in his manliness, making him groan harder as their eyes were fixed on each other.
“I want you,” he thickly uttered, in his manly voice, which until now can still touch and tingle her core.
“Me too, so much…” she carefully leaned towards him, making her bossom more closer to his legs so he can reach him more fully.
“Mount me,” he commanded.
She was worrisome at first
