"That's it, show me what you want, love," she says as he guides her hands. She teases those spots. "Keep hold of my wrists, Skellig, don't want you to wander." Her words are rougher now, broken by gasps and moans.
She speeds up, rides him a little harder, a little faster, rocks her hips a touch every time she takes him all the way in again.
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Date: 2024-04-10 02:46 am (UTC)She speeds up, rides him a little harder, a little faster, rocks her hips a touch every time she takes him all the way in again.