In a split second, you lick on my earlobe and bite softly with heavy breathing and you whisper in defeat that you can't hold it anymore...
She reached for his butt cheeks, parted them and pulled him further inside to make him her baddest bitch.
He left a trail kisses on her back like breadcrumbs because from his experience, it was easy to get lost with her. This was for when he would be inside; for when he would want to find his way back up to her ears.
The squats were paying off. It was all soft bends and curves and his fingers were running around them in an endless marathon.
His hand was under her and her ass was off the bed to meet him all the way to his hilt and unsheathed his dick to reveal her lips clinging onto his girth as he slid out just to ram it back in again and she was not ready for it.
It was a good time to watch her commit all her buccal cavity to the suction. Her tongue swirled and he filled her up all the way to the back of the throat.
Her cumming was often sequential from the angle she rode, how he lifted his hips up to meet her pelvis and sink it all in...
The view, albeit obstructed by her free-flowing dress, was one to die for. In retrospect, gave it all a little room for imagination.
Jasmine gagged and spat as she brandished his full length between her digits and played with it like a child would with a toy.
There was a fire between her legs and he wasn’t sure if he was stoking it or putting it out but his wood sure felt stiffer, warm and glowed with a fiery flicker every time he withdrew before going in again.
She wet his dick on her tongue and he slid it right in and seeing the veins dilate on its length as it went in and out made her even hornier.
He went on to kiss her as the giggles died down and little moans rose from their ashes in bated breath.
He pulled back her hood and she trembled under the weight of his tongue. He was a dementor seeking to suck her very soul out and anything else she harboured.
She turned around and rear-ended himself onto his mouth so gently then arched her back to rest her lovelorn pussy onto his ready tongue gently.
His beard tickled the moist trace his tongue left but his kisses made the act tough to follow.