The heated exchange between Max and the Provost continued to reverberate through the darkly lit room.
Both figures were entwined, moving chaotically and causing a mess. Max had his hand grab one side of her ass and was stunned by the bubble sensation.
'Oh shit, how's her ass this soft?'
Just then, his amazement was instantly seized by the Provost's hungry lips. Her soft moan rang in his ears as she pressed on. Her arm coiled behind his neck and fingers gripping his hair tightly. The feeling of her tits was heavenly.
Hmmmm—Smooch!
After a few minutes, they both eventually detached from each other. Under the Provost's relentless desire, Max found his back against the wall, both palms firmly gripping her thick ass and threatening to pull up the short tight gown. Everything around them seemed to freeze as they stared deep into the burning lust in their eyes. The Provost, heaving, sprouted a smile that could capture the heart of men.
