[ God, but she loves it when he gets controlling. Rose holds his gaze when he moves her face, only closing them when he kisses her hard and fast, his cock teasing along her entrance.
Humming, Rose reaches between them to hold him still by the shaft, getting the angle just right so that she can sink down on him in with one long fluid motion. But god, does he feel good. She throws back her head a little, the fabric of her dress wrinkling as she rocks her hips, first slow, then fast. Her hands tug at his hair, impatient and insistent as she does as he asks and fucks herself on him. ]
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Humming, Rose reaches between them to hold him still by the shaft, getting the angle just right so that she can sink down on him in with one long fluid motion. But god, does he feel good. She throws back her head a little, the fabric of her dress wrinkling as she rocks her hips, first slow, then fast. Her hands tug at his hair, impatient and insistent as she does as he asks and fucks herself on him. ]
Oh. Oh, you feel good.