She kissed me back with desperate hunger, her tongue tangling with mine, whispering broken praises between gasps. "I love you owning me… I love being yours… even like this…"
I soon withdrew my fingers, brought them to her lips, and let her taste herself while I kissed her again.
Then I lifted her effortlessly. Rosaline's legs wrapped around my waist like they belonged there, her ankles locking at the small of my back.
Her arms clung to my shoulders.
I freed my cock once more, thick, veined, slick from her mouth, and rubbed the fat head along her slit, coating myself in her dripping juices. She whimpered into my mouth, grinding down impatiently.
"Eyes on me, love," I murmured, pressing the tip against her entrance. "Feel every inch."
