Michael
She chuckles in return and relaxes her hold on me. It's easier now and slick as she is, I can reach in to touch her bud, small and hard under my fingers.
I build an easy, gradual tempo, a heartbeat cadence; slow-f*****g her inside, and outside, spiralling fingertips around her nub, coiling circles over it and gently flicking and massaging. Her face buried into the nook of my head and shoulders, her breathing grows long and deep,
There's a faint reflection from the pool, shimmering over the rise and fall of her breasts; and a sheen to her skin; I think, the spreading flush of her arousal. She smells warm and lusty.
She's rising inside, her s*x clenching sporadically at me as I sheath myself in her flesh, gradually and repeatedly. She shivers under me, but it's not from the cold
