[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
Desperate, Kaija wrapped both arms tightly around Antony's shoulders. She pushed her own breasts deeper once more into the hot warmth opened wide for her between Antony's parted mouth.
He kept sucking and flicking his tongue against the round, hardened point, now resting fully in his mouth. His lower body felt as if it no longer belonged to him, just pumping frantically into the slick heat that kept drawing him in again and again.
Kaija's tight place was so slippery right now, clear evidence of how overstimulated she was for him. No matter how many times she moaned that single word, "stop," her own pussy kept driving deeper against his thick cock, even when his whole length couldn't sink any deeper inside her.
Women were such strange, confusing creatures, Antony thought, or maybe just the one he was holding.
