Then she turned her head and kissed me over her shoulder.
"Round two?" she asks. Mischief in her eyes.
"You're insatiable."
"You love it."
I do. God help me, I do.
I pull out slowly, and she whimpers.
Then I spin her around, lift her, and carry her to the living room.
We don't make it to the couch.
Floor it is.
I lay her down gently. Covering her body with mine.
"My turn," she says, pushing at my chest.
I roll onto my back, and she straddles me immediately.
Her hands were on my chest with her nails scraping lightly. Then she lowers herself onto me, taking me deep.
We both groan when she starts riding me. It was slow at first. Rolling her hips and finding her rhythm.
I watch her as I can't look away. Never could.
Her full breasts were bouncing. Her head thrown back, lost in the pleasure.
My hands found them. Cupping, squeezing, and my thumbs brushing her large pink nipples.
She gasped and moved faster.
