He thrusted at full speed and with a final, deep ram, he came, spilling hot inside her, his body shuddering as pleasure surged, filling her completely.
They panted together, bodies slick, but Seraphina's hand wandered again, stroking his side. "More?" she whispered, her voice teasing.
He laughed, rolling them so she was on top. "Always more with you." And so the cycle continued, their conversations weaving through the passion—teasing about who would break first, sexy whispers of fantasies, intimate confessions mid-thrust.
She rode him slow then fast, her breasts bouncing, his hands guiding her hips. "You look so beautiful like this… riding me like you own me," he groaned.
"I do," she moaned, grinding down, feeling him hit deep again. "And you love it… ahn~… your cock so hard for me."
Their words fueled the fire, bodies moving in sync, until another climax claimed her, then him, the night a endless loop of desire.
