[Roy's devolved into guttural groans and half coherent swears. Alexis isn't much better. He's drawing out all kinds of whimpers and mewls out of her. She loves the way his fingertips dig into the softness of her hip. Part of her hopes he leaves some fingertip bruises to admire in the coming days. She'd love to catch sight of it in the mirror after a shower and remember how desperately he'd clutched her.
She lets out a loud, wanton cry at the first touch of his mouth to her breasts. His beard is rubbing against the delicate skin in the best way. She tangles her fingers in his hair, giving little tugs of encouragement. Her body is moving of its own accord. The tension is building up at her core. She feels like a tightly wound piece of live wire that's ready to snap.
They're moving together like a dance. All of it feels so seamless. She rides him at an unforgiving pace as she chases her end.]
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She lets out a loud, wanton cry at the first touch of his mouth to her breasts. His beard is rubbing against the delicate skin in the best way. She tangles her fingers in his hair, giving little tugs of encouragement. Her body is moving of its own accord. The tension is building up at her core. She feels like a tightly wound piece of live wire that's ready to snap.
They're moving together like a dance. All of it feels so seamless. She rides him at an unforgiving pace as she chases her end.]
Close. Fuck, I'm so close. Don't stop.