Tayakey exclaimed in horror, and this exotic move frightened her. She opened her eyes wide, looked up and stared at him in surprise. But when he began to move rhythmically, her body suddenly warmed up.
"Mark... I never..."
"I'll teach you... don't move, follow me, man."
The young man held his hips tightly, spun it back and forth, and then again and again frantically thrust it into the girl's arms, screaming,.
He groaned deeply, and before he could speed up the rhythm, Tayakey stood there, unconsciously accepting his rhythm, and the flame was burning endlessly. As he kept pounding her on her thick hip, it grew faster and stronger, and he almost completely dislocated and pulled himself back in a strong rhythm.
"Oh... Mark..."
A thin body trembled in Marco's arms, which kept moving, and
