She easily grins, her hands gripping at thick thighs and hiking the younger woman higher, groaning as their lips meet. "Hmm. . ." There's a lowly sigh. "Hi, babygirl."
Ivory fingers, slender and delicate in form, slide down the buttons of his shirt before they curl through the hoops of jeans. Even against his lips, she grins and a tongue teasingly dips out, taunting as it slips over his lip before disappearing.
her son, still young and sweet, sits on her lap and a delicate arm wraps around his waist as the siren lazily bounces him. he plays quietly with toys, the occasional sound slipping from his lips and she ensures to be active with him.
a flute of champagne is brought to her lips, gaze lost as they track waves which break against the sand. there is an unfamiliar restlessness to the siren, pale visage easily overshadowed. thereโs a lazed sip at golden liquid.
The weight of her petite stature is thrown into each rolling thrust, elegantly invading into Venusโ bowel. Pale hips draw back only to return in a driving force, never leaving a set of clinging walls for longer than necessary.
Their sexโlife had been amazing before that whole confrontation with Siobhan, healthy and showing no signs of slowing. But. . . Something has changed, fuel added to a fire Jupiter didnโt think could burn hotter. Even the Sirenโs unwavering respect had taken an alteration, +
flushed skin with each falling pant, swollen lips attached to the crevice where shoulder meets a neck.
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Her cock is buried between fat, rounded cheeks of a sinfully supple ass, stretching a tight ring of muscles as every inch is lost inside of a tight, unforgiving ass. +