Leon carried Seraphine effortlessly, her legs locked tight around his waist, her soaked pussy grinding desperately against the massive bulge in his pants as their kiss turned filthier—tongues battling wildly, saliva dripping in thick strands down her neck.
Slrrrp~ Mmph~ Slrp~
Every frantic roll of her hips dragged her slick folds along his trapped cock, drawing sharp, needy whimpers from her throat. The throbbing headache that had plagued him melted away instantly under her heat, her taste, the raw desperation in how she clung to him.
This. Only this.
He growled deep into her mouth, hands squeezing her ass harder as he strode to the massive king-sized bed still wrecked from their last marathon—sheets twisted, petals crushed, the air thick with the lingering scent of cum and sweat.
He didn't set her down gently.
