Odessa's hands held them together, pressing herself against his dick, her touch firm yet gentle, amplifying the intimacy of their connection.
The chair creaked softly as Jaenor moved, his rhythm slow and deliberate, their shared breaths mingling with the crackle of the fire.
He could feel the soft and lush breasts slide over his long, thick cock. He moved faster, making them shake with extra eroticness.
Jaenor groaned when he felt like he was about to cum. He stopped moving.
Then leaned down to kiss her.
"Jaenor," Odessa breathed, her voice a low purr as she tilted her head back, exposing the long line of her neck. The boy's lips were hot against her skin, his hands trembling as they roamed over her body.
"You truly are one little sex deviant."
He paused, his breath uneven, and he chuckled.
She laughed softly, a sound that was both velvet and steel.
