The vacuuming suction of her heated, humid canal slurped him inside, accepting his cock like a lock that finally found the matching
key.
He pulled away from her breast to look at her face at the moment that he fully hilted himself within her, eager to know if it felt as good for her as it did for him.
What he found was an uncompromising, unblinking smile, staring at him with wide eyes that refused to close no matter what.
With every thrust, she let out a little whimper in the back of her throat, but she still smiled at him, and she still stared. She watched his every move.
When he kissed her neck, he could feel her gaze on the top of his head.
When he sucked her nipples, he could feel her eyes on him then, too. He was too desperate for the pleasure she was giving him to comment or even find it particularly
unnerving—but it was strange.
