Stella responded by raising her hips and going down in slow motion, which made him see stars. Her eyes were locked on his, watching his control unravel.“Oh, god… Desmond,” she moaned, her head falling back.But the slow burn wasn't enough. Not for her. The need for release, the one he had denied her, took over. Her rhythm changed. The gentle grinding transformed into a frantic, rising and falling motion. She began to bounce on him, her ass slapping against his thighs with a sharp, rhythmic beat. She was a vixen when it came to riding a man. His length appeared, glistening and wet, only to disappear deep inside her again with each forceful descent.“Fuck, Stella,” he choked out, his hands moving from her hips to grip her ass, urging her to ride him faster.She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and captured his mouth in a searing, desperate kiss. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, mimicking the rhythm of her hips below. She rode him fast through the kiss. At one point, S
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