I obeyed, increasing my pace, hips rising and falling quicker, my breasts jiggling with the rhythm. The bed was creaking under us, my thighs were burning from the effort, but I kept grinding down harder, taking him deeper with every bounce.
His hands reached up, cupping my breasts roughly, squeezing the soft flesh until it molded under his fingers. He pinched my n*****s sharply, twisting them between his thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure straight to my core. I whimpered, biting my lip, the sensation making my p***y clench around him.
I shifted to grinding instead, rolling my hips in tight circles, rubbing my clit against his pelvis while his c**k stirred inside me.
He grunted in approval, “That's it,” his voice a rough rumble that vibrated through me.
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