Nash turned and put Alicia back down onto a bench, her shoulders hitting the padded surface with a soft thud, legs still hooked high over his arms, knees pushed almost to her chest.
The position folded her nearly in half, freckled ass lifted high, cunt pointed straight up at him, open and dripping.
Kai stayed glued to his back like a second skin, her arms sliding around his chest from behind, tits squishing his pecs, her mouth on his neck, biting, licking, tasting sweat, as her hips rolled forward, grinding her cunt against his lower back in slow, filthy circles.
Her hands roamed obscenely, fingers tracing his abs, nails scraping lightly, then dipping lower to cup his balls from behind, squeezing gently.
Nash thrust up one brutal stroke.
The head forced its way in, thick and relentless, stretching Alicia open with a wet, burning pressure that made her whole body lock up tight.
