I find the soft curls of her hair in my hand, where they run like silken threads through my fingers. I clench them hard and she showers me with a sensuous response, like every element of her pours s****l energy. I groan, thrash about the couch beneath me, and finally, unable to stand her teasing any longer, I grab that hair forcefully upwards—pulling her mouth off my c**k so we’re face to face and her lips meet mine again.
Her thighs part, and with her p***y settling down against my groin, I sink my erection into her snatch and begin the f**k.
“Ooo, ahh, yessss…” She exclaims and whimpers, little mewing kittenish noises. We awkwardly turn on the couch, so I can rise above her. Kirsten wilts under me, eyes dangerously molten while she takes the beating in her belly, almost as if she draws
