Amelia pulls back my c**k and lets it slap back against my stomach. Seemingly meeting her approval, she grasps it once more, and then turns around to face away from me. I barely have time to drink in the sight of her incredible ass before she adjusts her hips to feed my throbbing p***s inside herself.
I gasp and feel my eyes roll back into my head. The sight and sensation of my c**k being devoured by her caramel asscheeks is too intense to convey in words. I feel her ass resting on me and her full weight channels down through the arms that grip my legs.
She bites her lips, releasing a faint wince with a pained expression on her face as she glances over her shoulder at me. "Ohhh. Well, it does fit. That's good."
She sounds almost breathless but she isn't wrong: it is in fact 'good'... we
