Some bit of his desperation must come through because her breath hitches. "Can ride you another time," she pants. She moves back toward his lap, eyes dark.
"Need your hands on me, my hands on you." Her first stroke of his cock is light, almost not there at all.
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Date: 2024-07-13 10:43 pm (UTC)"Need your hands on me, my hands on you." Her first stroke of his cock is light, almost not there at all.