Files of pleasure (an intimate compilation)
Every time she sat back down, she felt him hit the very back of her throat.
"Yes... just like that," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. "You're a natural. Look at you, riding Santa in the middle of the mall. Such a bad girl."
"I can't... I can't help it," Jenna panted, her forehead resting against his. "It feels too good. I’m so hot, I’m so wet for you."
"I can tell," he hissed, his pace picking up just a little. "You’re squeezing me so tight, Jenna. You’re pulsing around me already."