Elena Davis,
The sudden squeeze over my waist made me gasp loudly, and he took advantage of it, sliding his tongue with speed. His every trust devouring me; measuring new depths each time.
He is going too far. I should stop him. I was trying hard, but the feeling of him was too hard to protest. Pushing him with my tongue I tried to break the kiss, but they get entangled more than ever, breaking an appreciating groan from him by pulling me more in him, making me practically rest on his chest.
I was out of breathing, but he wasn’t allowing me to take the air. I beat his chest to break free. But that was gone in vain. Then I bit his lip, making him break the kiss and gasping as much as possible for air. I rested my head on his chest.
I lost my balance, but he was squeezing me on him with his hand while panting for air. I was completely out of energy, technically dandling over him for support like wine.
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