Alexander Johnson lay there, a dazed expression on his face, drunk with pleasure.
In contrast, Chloe Simpson, holding Alexander's hand, was sitting on top of him, tilting her head back, mouth agape, her body fiercely undulating up and down.
"Mm! Ah! Mm!"
With each forceful undulation, she emitted sounds of increasing pleasure.
Each time she delved deeper and deeper.
The feeling of penetrating deeply each and every time was intensely delightful, to the point of bewitchment.
But this enchantment also made one crave even more.
Alexander was enjoying it, yet he also wanted to take control.
Being stimulated over and over by Chloe, all he wanted to do was to thrust fiercely to release.
He opened his eyes, grabbed Chloe's hand, pulling her close into his embrace, and with a flip, pressed her beneath him.
Then, he penetrated deeply in one thrust.
Wet, hot, friction, touching, quivering — every movement made both of them irresistibly ecstatic, soaring into the clouds.
