The Criminal I Crave
His mouth went agape, and the only thing visible were his teeth.
"Uhmmm!" he moaned.
"Am I doing it quite well?" Melody asked, humping on his dick, circling slowly through her pussy.
Her knees were bent as she spelled an "o" with his dick, circling around the hole.
This was the first time she had heard him moan. When a man moans, it's like his spirit leaves his body, embracing a nature where he can be himself.
Sweat cringed through her brows as she rode him gently, a type of sex that came with soft, gentle moans, love being made instead of rough sex.