Wet Sin {Collection}
Her head fell back, a long, throaty moan escaping her lips.
She began to move—up and down, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing with each motion. Kai gripped her waist, guiding her pace. His hips snapped upward, meeting her descent, driving deeper into her. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room.
Zoya leaned forward, her mouth finding Khalifa's nipple. She licked it, circled it with her tongue, savoring the taste of her skin. She sucked gently, and Khalifa's breath hitched. Her rhythm faltered, her movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure built.