Inch by inch Darya slowly pushed her hips forward, her hands massaging the muscular buttocks clenching under her palms. “Breathe through it, Kostas.” He was up on his knees somewhat, his balls swinging as she gently thrust against him.
“I’m trying but f**k it hurts,” he grunted as his fingers clenched the bedsheet under him.
“Touch yourself,” she encouraged him. “I want to set a rhythm but can’t do hips and hands at the same time and still be careful with you the way I want. Stroke yourself while I’m back here.” She heard his groan of approval as she added more lubrication to the life-like attachment stuck to her pelvis.
It wasn’t long before Kostas’s hisses of discomfort were transforming into loud moans of pleasure as she rocked her hips behind him. She had pleased other men with her
