I kept thrusting inside Irene, my hips moving on their own, driven by the raw heat that kept building with every push and pull. Her body was fucking perfect. It was exquisite in every sense. Every curve of her figure screamed lewdness, shaped into a flawless hourglass that almost seemed crafted to tempt a man into losing control.
Even if I had wanted to stop, I honestly couldn't. Not when she felt this damn good squeezing around my cock. Each thrust made my muscles tense and burn, pleasure spiking through me like small jolts of lightning.
I moved in and out of her again and again, breathing hard as Rose leaned closer, her lips claiming Irene's mouth in a deep, messy kiss.
The heat and wetness of Irene's pussy wrapped around me felt unreal. Her insides were soft, clinging, and elastic enough to pull a low groan from my throat. It was the kind of feeling that made me bite down on my lip to keep from cumming too soon.
