Regardless, Jack felt very comfortable at the moment—her soft breasts pressed against him, her sweet scent filling his senses, and the sight of her curves and the tempting valley between them was driving him wild.
Jack couldn't help but breathe in the cool air, the pleasure from Emily's soft hand stroking his cock causing all the blood in his body to rush downwards, making it so hard that it was starting to ache.
Intense waves of pleasure spread throughout his body, keeping him on the edge of climax at all times. Jack had to admit that even with just her hands, Emily was more pleasurable than his own hand job. Sweat poured down his face like a waterfall, drenching his clothes and making them cling to his skin in the most annoying way.
Jack's hair was soaked with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead, giving him a somewhat disheveled look.
