Those finger lacing into his hair makes him moan as his thrusts begin to get that bit more powerful. Hand gripping her waist as he slams in his muffled whimpers and moans leaving him as his head is buried into her shoulder+
their eyes stay locked onto each otherβs not daring to look anywhere else. she continues to moan out, not caring if she was being loud or not. he begins to walk, her rear meeting the wooden table as a
heβd pull away from her shoulder and get to his knees, throwing those perfect legs onto his shoulders he begins to lick at her cunt once more fingers sliding in with ease as he moans hears the squelching as he slides his fingers in and out of he cunt.+