Anthea's giggles echoed off the space. Roman lay back on the bed, pulling her with him. She straddled his hips, knees sinking into the sheets on either side of him.
Her juice slicked between her thighs, dripping on his growing cock as she reached behind. Her fingers wrapped around the thick length of him as she stroked him once, twice, feeling him harden in her folds before guiding the head to her entrance.
Slowly she lowered herself on him, taking him inch by inch, savoring him until he filled her. Then her hips rolled in a steady rhythm that built with every descent.
Roman's hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he watched her move above him.
"Oh babe, this feels so good," he rasped.
"Hmm…yes," she breathed, leaning forward so her breasts swayed near his face.
He captured one nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
Roman spanked her ass. "Fuck my cock, faster—harder." He groaned between the licks of one nipple to another.
