Aila moaned with her lips pressed as she arched her back hard, bending like a drawn bowstring. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, hips squirming against his lap in helpless little circles.
His actions struck her like lightning, leaving her confused yet electrified as the newfound sensations made her mind go blank with pleasure.
At that moment, Davis knew Aila possessed a nice, sensitive body.
She was also responding to his touch without putting up any resistance, greatly satisfying him as he watched her writhe within his embrace.
Her full breasts that spilled out from his palms with each squeeze were unbearably addicting, disallowing him to let them go.
Unexpectedly, Aila responded boldly.
She didn't pull away.
