Amara crawled toward Alex where he sat against the wall, her movements slow and exhausted but obedient. When she reached him, she straddled his lap, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself over his cock.
She gripped his shoulders for balance and lowered herself slowly, taking him inside inch by inch. Her face contorted with the sensation, her mouth falling open.
"Mmh~~ still so big..."
When she was fully seated on him, she paused for a moment to adjust. Then she started to move.
Her hips rolled in slow circles at first, grinding against him. Alex's hands went to her waist, feeling the way her muscles moved beneath his palms.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Keep going."
Amara lifted herself up and dropped back down, starting a steady rhythm. Her hair had come completely loose now, falling down her back in dark waves that swayed with each movement.
And her breasts. God, her breasts.
