SKYLA.“That’s it, Love…” He groans, his hands cupping my breasts as I ride him. We’re still on the floor, the smell of sex in the air and the passion between us reaching new heights,We’re a mess. We’ve been rolling around kissing, fucking, and making out like it’s the last fucking time - losing track of time, but never wanting this night to end.I bend down, kissing his lips roughly. He growls, meeting my thrusts with his own rough ones before he flips us over. One of his hands brushes my hair back and he lifts my leg to his hips, ramming into me.“Fuck!” I cry out.He speeds up impossibly harder, the pain and pleasure of his rough thrusts sending me to fucking cloud nine and I don’t hold back the screams of pleasure as I feel my release nearing.“You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Tight.” He growls, his voice laced with pleasure as he rams into me. “And you’re mine.”Just as he says those possessive words, I come undone, and so does he, shooting his load into me. I pull back, despite m
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