“Oh my goodness, you motherfucker.” She cussed, getting used to the fullness inside her as it expanded her walls.

  Biting her lower lips, she slowly rocked her hips, getting in touch with the rhythm of their movement.

  “I want that soft meat slapping down my cock, sugar girl, like a motherfucker. My own, motherfucker.” He sassed, repeating her favorite slang word as he flattened his palm against the walls, giving her the free rein as usual.

  Moreover, stimulation came with Joe's trust, the carnal type of trust that encouraged her to take him however she wanted and bring him to his zenith.

  The trust that made her core tighten up...