Phei's control softened into something deeper—his hands roamed with tender possession not minding his set boundaries and lost in her—cupping her ass cheeks deeper, kneading the plush flesh slowly, thumbs tracing the crease where her thighs met her ass; cradling her breasts, rolling her nipples in gentle circles, feeling them harden and pulse under his touch.
He kissed her slower now—deeper—his tongue stroking hers in gentle, claiming rhythms—while his hips rocked up to meet hers, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her core through layers of fabric, letting her feel how hard, how ready he was for her.
Emily's moans turned into quiet, pleading whispers:
"Yes… touch me… hold my ass… cradle my breasts… make love to me more, Phei… I need you… I need this…"
