Monica

The soft light of the lamp and the cozy peace of the room are disturbed only by our rapid breathing, when it slowly enters and leaves me, measured and sweet - divine. He moves slowly in me, enjoying me. I stroke him - without breaking borders - caress his hands, hair, lower back, strong buttocks - and my breathing quickens when a measured rhythm pushes me higher and higher to the peak of pleasure. I make a moan; the heart jumps out of the chest. Breathing quickens, a hot, heavy wave of excitement sweeps through my veins. He caresses my ass, with the other hand holds on to the hair on my head,