She was gasping for air and moaning loudly, her cries encouraging him to continue, he entered her from behind. She was kneeling on all fours and her fair skin is dotted with sweat. Her hair is damp and her forehead is glistening.

He could hear her uttering his name with every thrust he makes. Deeper he went into her warm, tight sheath. Her insides felt so good around his manhood. He reached for her hair, curly and brown. He lightly pulled on it, making her arch her back. Reaching forward, he grabbed her breasts and alternately massaged each one. It must have bordered on painful as she cried more whenever...