At that moment, Mary had no one in her eyes; she was simply pursuing her own happiness. She twisted her waist flexibly, deep or shallow, left or right, instinctively seeking her greatest pleasure.
Perhaps because she had already experienced several orgasms just now, she was like an untiring wild horse, galloping on Jack, not even feeling the sweat pouring down.
Jack felt her body radiate heat and sensed a slight burning sensation.
Jack tenderly gazed at her delicate jawline, empathizing with her reactions, moving his waist upward at the right moment, allowing her cervix to fall heavily on his glans, pushing her step by step to the peak of pleasure.
"I can't take it anymore!" A woman's physical strength was limited after all. Mary, who had persisted for nearly half an hour, finally showed signs of exhaustion, slowing down her waist movements.
As her full buttocks sat heavily, the tender flesh of her cervix made intimate contact with the tip of Jack's cock.
