67 - Joana

Pablo began to move, slowly, because he was still too tight. His eyes found mine, and I noticed all the desire contained there. All the lust that doping us also awakened us. He bent down to bite my neck, to suck, and a mark certainly stayed there at the same time.

The pressure of your mouth on my skin made me gasp again. It was a unique sound, simple, but that made him lose his temper. Pablo slipped more deeply against my intimacy, this time pushing hard. He held his shoulder with one hand, and leaned with his elbow on the floor, one of his legs flexed, and the movements became continuous.

Intercut arches began to sound from my lips, regrets of a need that no longer had anywhere else to be contained. It all came down to the flames of that overwhelming passion. Pablo's moans mixed with mine, became feroly, he pressed my shoulder and lowered his mouth against mine. The kiss was even more intense, even stronger. And we had to stop it because the air became scarce.

Pablo turned around me,