Leilani
His mouth covered mine, muffling my whimpers, plunging his tongue in to lick against mine in an erotic French kiss. The sounds of him passionately and hungrily kissing me were slick against my ears, mixing in with the thrust sounds of him f*****g me, my body bouncing between him and the couch.
My curled fingers grabbed and dug into his shoulders, breaking away from the kiss to release a low groan, my eyes tightly squeezed shut when I felt a familiar heat building deep in my ovaries.
His hands grabbed my ass as his c**k slid into my p***y and out, faster, harder and getting even slicker with s****l wetness after each thrust. “Leila…god, fuck...” He groaned against my neck, his breath harsh and heavy, muscles flexing with his rapid, deep thrusts.
His voice was strained, giving aw
