[ She has to grab the headboard - it's one of those wrought iron ones - when he snaps his hips, a groan coming from deep inside of her. But then she's moving, snaking her body like it's some kind of dance, like she's on stage and he can do nothing but watch her. Rose rocks her hips slowly against his, grinding down to take him deeper, before she's pushing on her knees and teasing him halfway out, repeating the motion as slow or as fast as she'd like.
Her hands come away from the headboard to cup her breasts and she leans back in a glorious arch of pale skin, her head throne back and her eyes closed, Declan's cock filling her up in all the right ways. ]
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Her hands come away from the headboard to cup her breasts and she leans back in a glorious arch of pale skin, her head throne back and her eyes closed, Declan's cock filling her up in all the right ways. ]
God, I missed your body.