am-durum:
He kisses her just as deeply, tugging at her underwear and trying to help her get them off.
She chuckles, throwing her underwear off the bed and pushing herself down on him. She moans out, her hands on his chest as she slams down on him again, inciting a moan from both of them.
am-durum:
He moans at her words and nods, letting her roll them over so she was on top.
She smirks, unclipping her bra in the back and letting it fall off her shoulders. She pulls his shorts down and his boxers along with them, leaning down to kiss him passionately.
am-durum:
kam-jermaia:
“Why can’t I be on top?” she pouts, smiling almost immediatly after and wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Do you want to be?” he asks, kissing down her neck.
She nods, moaning softly when he kisses her neck. “Let me ride you,” she whispers in his ear, nibbling on it gently.
am-durum:
kam-jermaia:
She smiles at him, crashing her lips against his and cupping his face in her hands. “All mine,” she breathes, rolling her body down on him.
He nods in agreement, moaning into her mouth as she rolls her body down onto him once more and her rolls them over, pressing against her.
“Why can’t I be on top?” she pouts, smiling almost immediatly after and wrapping her legs around his waist.
am-durum:
kam-jermaia:
“I don’t. Enlighten me,” she teases, leaving a bright red mark where she’d kissed his neck. “Mine,” she breathes, making another mark just beside her first.
“Yours,” he whispers, feeling her making marks on his skin, remembering the bite mark he still had from her and wondering if she would do it again as he felt her nip gently at his pulse point.
She smiles at him, crashing her lips against his and cupping his face in her hands. “All mine,” she breathes, rolling her body down on him.
am-durum:
kam-jermaia:
“What is it?” she asks innocently, leaning down to start gently sucking on his neck.
“You know,” he says slightly accusingly but the effect is lost between his breathy moans. She leans in to suck on his neck and he moans, feeling her teeth scrape lightly against his skin and his fingers practically dig into her hips.
“I don’t. Enlighten me,” she teases, leaving a bright red mark where she’d kissed his neck. “Mine,” she breathes, making another mark just beside her first.
am-durum:
kam-jermaia:
She grins against his lips, pressing her body against him and feeling his hardness through his shorts. “You like?” she giggles, straddling him.
“Very much,” he nods, moaning as she grinded down on him. “Fuck Kam,” he breathes, gripping her hips.
“What is it?” she asks innocently, leaning down to start gently sucking on his neck.