"Ash..ugh...go slow"
I felt his hip thrust against my space, in the force of lightning. I was used to this now, though somewhere on the line, he could get a bit rushed.
"Fuck..Lil..how do you take me so well"
I crushed my nails on his hips, feeding the rhythm to my hands. My fingers would roam around his back, those perfectly tanned muscles finally resting on his jawline.
When we kissed, we did it like there was no tomorrow.
"You are gonna make me cry"
Tears squeaked down my eyes, as I moaned with every thrust, every pain, every pleasure.
His fingers were squeezing my n*****s, their texture feeling my tiny stomach, finally holding his weight.
We both were screeching like mice when finally we climaxed.
His hips came to rest on top of my legs and we relaxed.
I was sweaty and butt
