"Ahhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Ughhhhhh…"
Kate was a mess beneath him, her cries spilling freely as waves of pleasure cascaded through every inch of her trembling body.
But most of all, that bliss centered on her pussy—hot, throbbing, and clinging to Ross's cock like it belonged there.
It didn't take long before she tipped over the edge again, her body convulsing as she squirted, soaking the sheets beneath them and making a lewd mess of the bed.
Yet she couldn't care less.
All that mattered was how Ross made her feel—how every thrust, every grind of his thick cock inside her sent her soul soaring.
This time, Ross didn't pound her through it. Instead, he let her come with a steady, intoxicating rhythm, his thrusts slowing as he savored the tight, spasming grip of her pussy milking his cock.
He groaned low in his throat, his own pleasure heightened by the way she clenched around him in desperate, fluttering waves.
