He knew how to make my body obey him and accept his strokes, no matter how rough and deep they are. It was just as if we were made for each other.

George wrapped a hand around her throat and watch as her breast bounced so fast in front of him. He leaned down to take one full mould in his mouth, his thrust not slowing down for a second.

Her hand shot into his hair and she pulled him closer, even though they barely had any space between them. He pulled out to the hilt and thrust back in, hitting her womb.

"Ah, fuck!" He watch as her mouth...