Logan's head fell back against the couch. His jaw was clenched tight. He could feel every inch of her warm, slippery pussy rubbing against him.
Daenerys watched his face closely as she moved. She loved seeing him struggle like this.
"Does it feel good?" she asked in a husky voice. "My pussy is dripping because of you, Logan. Because of what you did tonight."
She kept rubbing herself on his cock for a long time. Sometimes she would pause and let the head of his cock press right against her entrance, teasing him with the possibility of slipping inside, before moving again.
Logan's hands finally moved. He grabbed her thick thighs, but it wasn't clear whether he wanted to push her away or pull her closer.
Daenerys smiled.
She leaned in and kissed him. It started slow, but quickly became deeper. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as she continued sliding her wet pussy along his throbbing cock. The kiss grew hotter. Wetter.
