Atlas Hallow's husky voice rose softly in the air: "Of course..." He whispered close to her ear, his body pressing inwards while his fingers fiercely massaged the place where they were joined. His coarse thumb found the already hard and engorged pink pearl, rubbing and grinding with force, "Don't be tense, let me in..." She was so tight that it sent shivers up his spine, making it difficult to push further.
"No... ah..." Charlotte Miller's body convulsed and trembled heavily, her snow-white curves instinctively pulling back, the burning intense tingling forced her to arch her soft waist, as she screamed and tossed her head back.
