Sarra screamed, her voice cracking with pleasure.
Nash didn't stop. He grabbed her waist tighter and slammed into her over and over, her soaked pussy gripping him like it didn't want to let go.
Inside, it was blazing hot, slick, soft, and pulsing with every thrust. The aphrodisiac cum mixed with her natural heat made her walls flutter uncontrollably around him, teasing his nerves with every motion.
It felt like she was drawing him deeper, milking him for more.
Sarra's moans came in stuttering waves, her voice cracking between gasps and high-pitched giggles. Her face twisted in pure bliss, eyes hazy, mouth open wide in a smiling, desperate gasp.
She looked over her shoulder, breathless and flushed, hair sticking to her cheeks. Her expression screamed pleasure, needy and unashamed.
Then she arched more, lowering her chest and tilting her ass higher, offering it without a word. Her cheeks bounced with each thrust, firm and jiggling, as if daring him to squeeze them harder.
