She shook as she inhaled air to keep from combusting, focusing all her effort on granting the utmost bliss to the man encircled in her grip.
His eyes locked onto her hands and the pleasure she was giving his cock.
With a grunt, he went to her tits and cupped them before bending over to take one peak into his mouth.
She hissed as his tongue lashed at me, throwing a leg around his waist as she arched her spine to push more into his lips.
This only served to press her wetness against his shaft.
On instinct, she pulled on his length and swirled her hips, rubbing her slick folds all over his scorching hot cockhead.
He lost the purchase of his nipple as he reared back, groaning, so close to going over the verge. ‘Damn woman, you’re so wet for me,’ he groaned.
She came to the rescue, choking the root of his member and squeezing it to control his rising desire.
In time, it ebbed, and she took command, pushing him over the edge of the bed, where he fell back with a heaviness.
She slid her limbs all over him, gliding all over him, kissing his incensed, freakin’ beautiful physique.
At one point, she thrust his shaft in her hot mouth and swirled her heated tongue around it.
She pulled out to blow on his cock head before repeating the heating and cooling experience.
He grunted, lost in pleasure and the agony of trying to stay in control for as long as he could.
She straddled him, rose on her knees, and dropped her hips over his cock.
His eyes fixated on me, entranced.
His skin was feverish, so charged and electrified, as if he were exploding from the inside.
Then, using just one hand, she took his almost flaming length into her heated, wet, and Mak groaned in delirious need.
He surged up to give her something back, but she resisted.
‘It’s my turn to pleasure you,Šar. Lay back and enjoy all of me.’
He growled, unwilling to surrender, yet until the head of his penis entered her heat, his head snapped, eyes rolling back as spasms of delight rolled over him.
‘Fokkwoman, you’re about to sucker punch and knock me out,’ he breathed as she squeezed her inner muscles, throwing back her hair.
His heated member swelled even more, impossible for her, ratcheting her desire.
He groaned, then whipped his eyes open when she began to flex.
The rippling effect milked him of every sensation possible as she pressed him into oblivion.
Again, he tried to drive into her but leaned to push his chest into the mattress as she rocked her hips and jerked her pussy over his cock.
All he could do was reach for her tits, caressing them, licking and sucking her nipples when she hovered over him.
Mak’s corded neck thrust upward, his veins jutting as her clutching wetness siphoned him all along his shaft. Scorching, stroking, thickening it, turning it a prisoner of her erotic undulation.
She continued the assault, flexing in a continuous pattern of twerking her pelvis.
His body flashed with a luminescence almost too bright for her eyes, caught in the utter rapture he gave.
Lost in euphoria, she let her head fall onto his shoulder as his hand closed over the back of her hair, and he brought his mouth to hers.
