175. Call me like I'm your pet... *(R-18)*

All Isla knew was that at some point, the pain of his penetration had subsided, all she could feel was ecstatic explosion. He had started out slow and tender, but at some point he increased his pace, holding her legs open, ramming into her mercilessly, she could feel his member reaching the deepest part of her stomach each time he thrust into her. 

Her whole body was dripping wet with sweat, her breast bounced up and down as he moved, her hands held them, squeezing herself with pleasure as he sexed her harder, her hips swaying in sync with his own. Nothing could compare to this feeling. 

"Oh Rosie!" he groaned. His hands left her legs, and landed on her waist, holding her firmly there, going fully in and fully out, fully in and fully out, again and again he thrust. Giving her his all, one hand trailed her body, walking between the valley of her breasts, cupping the right one in his hand, erotically massaging her as he drew in and out of her like a sword.