FIA
The slow, sensual pace turned into something rougher. More urgent. I started moving faster, bouncing on his cock with abandon. His hips began to thrust up to meet mine, and suddenly we were moving together in perfect sync.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. His thighs hit my ass with each thrust, and the impact sent jolts of pleasure through me.
I tried to stay quiet, but it was impossible. Small moans escaped my lips with every movement. I leaned down and kissed him again, trying to muffle the sounds I was making.
Our tongues battled for dominance. He tasted like heat and desire and everything I'd ever wanted. I bit down on his bottom lip, and he groaned into my mouth.
His hands were everywhere. On my hips, my waist, my breasts, my ass. He couldn't seem to decide where to touch me. Like he wanted to memorize every inch of my body all at once.
