"'D-don't….not there, it's….mark."
Grace was breathlessly babbling as her small mouth was half open, huffing a hot moaning breath as she was leaning into him, clawing her nails into his shoulders taking the support of his.
Though mind was trying to form a protest with her breathless state, her body was more honest.
Even a denial was uttering from her mouth she was, complaining not the leave a mark on her flesh….no, not to leave mark on place which is hard to hide but it was all that, empty protest, a subconscious complaint of hers, while she was yielding into his touch, his possession more.
Her arms warped around his neck pulling him even more closer, letting him mark her flesh in his marks while her arching core was clenching around nothing weeping like a lover waiting for her love to return.
That curvy ass of hers was leaning against his palm moulding in a shape of his, even as she was denying, protesting even that her ass was leaning into that addicting savouring sweet pain.
