THE BRATVA’S BRIDE
she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against his before pulling back with a smirk.
Adrian growled low in his throat, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts as she began to move against him, riding his dick. Natalia gasped at the sensation, her head falling back, her hair tumbling over her shoulders as she found her rhythm. Adrian guided her hips, groaning with every movement.
“Ride me, baby,” he murmured, smacking her ass lightly, making her gasp and laugh breathlessly. “Faster.”
She obeyed, bouncing harder, her hands pressed to his chest for balance as her body moved with wild abandon. Her moans filled the room, mingling with his groans, until she felt herself unraveling under
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