Liam kept thrusting into Mariel's pussy, his hips slamming against her plump ass, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies echoing through the small cabin. Her moans were wild now, high and desperate, her eyes rolling back as she trembled under him, her tight walls squeezing his cock with every push.
His breath ragged, sweat beading on his brow as he drove deeper, feeling her juices drip down his thighs. But after a while, he wanted something different—wanted to see her move, to watch her take control.
He slowed his thrusts, his hands loosening their grip on her hip and hair, and pulled out slow, his cock glistening with her wetness. Mariel whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body still shaking, and she glanced back at him, confused, her chest heaving. What's he doing? she thought, her pussy throbbing, aching for more.