Amanda's body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, her full breasts pressing into the rumpled sheets as she lay flat on her stomach.
The delicate black lace lingerie she had chosen clung to her curves in teasing fragments, the thin straps slipped down her shoulders and the tiny thong pushed aside, now soaked and useless against the heat radiating from her core.
She was utterly exhausted as she lay flat on the bed, Kyle above her.
Yet even in her fatigue, a fresh wave of need pulsed through her, making her inner walls flutter greedily around his thick length.
Her hips rolled back instinctively to meet every powerful thrust, drawing him deeper into her slick, welcoming heat.
With time her own appetite has grown so much that only two hours was no longer enough.
"Mm...don't stop..." She whispered, her ass slightly raised while he plunged from behind.
