*PAH**PAH* *PAH*
The wet, rhythmic slap of skin meeting skin echoing in the otherwise silent room.
Monica straddled Luke, her thick thighs trembling as she rolled her hips down onto him in perfect, hungry sync.
One hand braced flat against his chest, nails lightly digging in for balance, while her other palm pressed to her own breast, squeezing as she rode.
Luke's toes curled against the sheets, heels digging into the mattress so he could thrust upward harder, slamming his cock deeper into her slick heat with every desperate snap of his hips.
Her big, soft ass rippled wildly with each strike, the flesh jiggling and bouncing in hypnotic waves.
Sweat glistened along the curve of her spine, trickling down to the dimples above her cheeks. She was so full of him—stuffed completely—and the stretch made her gasp, ecstatic and hungry for more.
"Ohhh… Luke…" she moaned, voice trembling, almost begging. "Deeper… please… just like that…"
