10-07-2025, 05:24 PM
The initial pressure as he caught her weight sent another tremor through them both.
He gripped her thighs possessively, anchoring her to his length.
His cock pulsed against her, still full and eager despite their recent exertion.
She leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before angling herself lower.
Her own need surged again, hot and demanding as she settled back on him.
With a whispered breath, she began to move.
It wasn't frantic or desperate, but smooth and controlled.
Each stroke was deliberate, bringing him closer with measured strokes that drove her deeper into him.
The friction of their bodies pressed together in the darkness felt electric, charging each movement with raw desire.
She could feel him tightening around her, his hips lifting instinctively to meet her rhythm.
His hand on her hip tightened into a possessive hold as he groaned deep within himself.
"This position is soooo good," he rasped against her skin again and again
The words muffled by the pressure of their joined bodies.
Her focus narrowed to the sensations she could feel:
The way his cock pulsed against her own heat,
The way his body strained with each thrust,
The sound of his ragged breaths mingling with her own as they moved in this primal dance.
His name came out on a broken moan,
Escaping her lips as she found the sweet spot,
The exact angle that drove them both closer to the brink.
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He gripped her thighs possessively, anchoring her to his length.
His cock pulsed against her, still full and eager despite their recent exertion.
She leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before angling herself lower.
Her own need surged again, hot and demanding as she settled back on him.
With a whispered breath, she began to move.
It wasn't frantic or desperate, but smooth and controlled.
Each stroke was deliberate, bringing him closer with measured strokes that drove her deeper into him.
The friction of their bodies pressed together in the darkness felt electric, charging each movement with raw desire.
She could feel him tightening around her, his hips lifting instinctively to meet her rhythm.
His hand on her hip tightened into a possessive hold as he groaned deep within himself.
"This position is soooo good," he rasped against her skin again and again
The words muffled by the pressure of their joined bodies.
Her focus narrowed to the sensations she could feel:
The way his cock pulsed against her own heat,
The way his body strained with each thrust,
The sound of his ragged breaths mingling with her own as they moved in this primal dance.
His name came out on a broken moan,
Escaping her lips as she found the sweet spot,
The exact angle that drove them both closer to the brink.
- o -
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