On the battered old sofa, Valerie straddled Demian with wild, unrestrained hunger, her sweaty skin pressed against his, every movement a desperate dance to devour and please him.
She rocked her hips with savage determination, grinding down hard, searching for the deepest, most punishing angle that made Demian lose control beneath her.
Each thrust sent lightning through their guts, a searing tension coiling inside Valerie's belly, swelling with every brutal glide of her soaked flesh against his hardness.
Their kisses were relentless hot, messy, lips and tongues ravaging each other, gasping into each other's mouths.
Their mingled saliva dripped down chins and necks, smearing a trail of lust. Valerie would break away only long enough to moan filth into Demian's ear, her words dripping with heat and teasing cruelty, driving him insane.
