*pah* *pah*
The wet, rhythmic sound of flesh slapping hard against flesh filled the room as Luke remained seated on the ground, his back against the bed frame, and on his lap a certain beauty hopped up and down with passionate, desperate haste.
Their bodies were coated in a glistening, slick layer of sweat. The heat they produced was feverish and almost unbearable, yet neither of them held any intention of stopping.
"Mm... it touches... so deep... ah... ah..." Roxanne moaned in pure pleasure every time she slid back down onto his thick manhood, feeling every sensitive spot inside her being kissed, stretched and teased by his length.
She had already reached peak thrice by now and yet here she was, desperately seeking more of him, wanting to experience the same sensation all over again.
