Isolde was now sitting on top of Seamus, her back pressed against his chest while he remained in the same position as before, leaning against the headboard.
He did not rush her, letting her take control as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, making sure his cock hit every sensitive place inside her.
Each movement drew a high moan from her lips.
"Ohh~ Seamus… I wish we could have sex like this every day," she said, her voice breaking when he twisted her nipples and tugged them firmly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.
"Yeah," he replied dryly, "if you stop being a jerk, maybe we can."
Her walls tightened instantly at his touch, clenching hard as he played with her breasts, teasing until her swollen nipples throbbed.
"Hnnn, ahhh… I am not a jerk," she gasped. "You just don't know how to play my game."
She leaned back against his chest, letting his cock sink fully inside her, savoring the fullness.
