Reagan deftly adjusted his position, lifting his upper body until he balanced on bended knees. His powerful and assured hands slid beneath Amelia's thighs, elevating her hips into perfect alignment with his own.
A playful spark of mischief ignited in his eyes, a prelude to the potent rhythm he was about to establish; a rhythm that would dive into the inviting warmth and wetness that eagerly awaited him.
"Oh...Reagan," Amelia exhaled in fragmented gasps amid the symphony of her breathless moans.
Her body reacted as if guided by an inherent knowledge of his movements; her hips swayed in harmony with his unyielding tempo.
The sounds she produced were akin to enchanting harmonies for him and her eyelids fluttered shut as she relinquished herself wholly to the moment.
The raw spectacle
