Elle's fingers tangled in Don's hair as she lifted her hips with a desperate little whine, her other hand sliding down between their bodies.
Ah~
Her breath came in short, wet gasps as she guided the thick head of his cock against her folds, the heat of him searing even through the slickness coating her thighs.
A shudder ran through her when he nudged against her entrance, the blunt pressure making her toes curl against the Bentley's leather seats.
Don's hands clamped around her waist, fingers digging into the soft give of her hips as he held her down.
She gasped—ah~—her thighs trembling as the thick tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, slick with her wetness.
Then, with one slow motion, he lowered her onto him.
The stretch was exquisite, her tight walls fluttering around him as he sank deeper, the glide smooth and hot.
Elle couldn't help but moan—Mn~—her nails scraping against his shoulders as her body adjusted, the fullness making her toes curl again.
