The wet sounds grew louder every time she sank herself onto him, her juices coating his cock and dripping down onto his thighs and the chair beneath them. She kept the pace deliberately slow and deep, grinding her clit against him with every downward motion, her full breasts bouncing softly with each movement as she pressed them tighter against his chest.
Max's hands gripped her ass harder, fingers sinking into that plush flesh while he fought every instinct to thrust up into her. Rosalia noticed and smiled against his lips, a wicked little spark in her eyes.
"You're holding back so much for me," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow figure-eight that made her inner walls flutter and squeeze around him even tighter. "Mmm… good boy. I want to feel every second of this. I want you to remember exactly how I feel when I ride you like this… how wet and tight and hungry I am for only you."
Max groaned against her lips, his breathing already uneven.
