"You feel so good, Reinhard." She bites down gently on his nipple before soothing it with a lick.
"And you feel so damn tight!"
Sirin giggles softly, a melodic sound that sends shivers down Reinhard's spine as she continues to pepper his chest with soft kisses. Her lips did another set of mapping a path over his chest and neck. Her tongue darted out to taste his skin with each press of her mouth, and she shivers at the unique salty taste.
Reinhard groans as Sirin's ministrations stoke the flames of his desire. His hands grip her hips again, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he bucks up into her with increased fervor.
"Careful what you wish for, Sirin. Keep talking like that and you might just get filled with my cum." Reinhard teases her softly.
Despite the playful tone, there's an undercurrent of seriousness, a promise of the impending release they both crave.
Sirin laughs before that quickly turns into a moan as Reinhard pounds into her particularly hard.
