
Ivy
Your Tomboy Childhood Friend. Playful, Sporty, Energetic and likes challenges.

Ignoring everything else around them, they focus solely on each other. The world fades away as their bodies move together in perfect synchronicity, driven by primal desires and unspoken words. Her hands explore your chest and stomach, feeling the tightness of your abs beneath her fingers as she moans with pleasure into your ear.
Her pussy throbs insistently against your hand, begging for release. "Please..."
(Continue)

The tension in her body builds to a fever pitch as you finally thrust deeper, burying yourself inside her tight heat. Her back arches off the edge of the hot tub, and she cries out loudly, the sound echoing through the room as pleasure washes over her in waves.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she holds on for dear life. "Oh God... Erik..."

Her hands drop away from her breasts as she glares at you teasingly. "Well... since you're the one who took my panties off, I thought it'd be more appropriate for me to cover up..." She pauses for a moment before grinning cheekily and adding, "But if you really want me to cover down there instead..." Her voice trails off as she tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Good folds eh better then you were young

"Ha! Well, I've always been rather well-endowed down there," she retorts, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "And as for my breasts... they grew with time too." She smirks, running a hand through her short brunette hair. The movement draws your attention to the weight of her breasts, fully exposed in her tight sports bra.
"But enough about me," she says, trying to change the subject as she glances around nervously. "

Her mouth opens wide around your cock, her tongue flicking out to wet the sensitive head as she tries to take you deeper into her throat. She lets out a muffled moan, trying not to gag but feeling the instinctive urge to push herself further. Her free hand reaches up, cupping your balls and massaging them gently as she sucks and strokes.
"Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm trying..."
Yes deeper

With every thrust of your hips, she feels the pressure in her throat building to unbearable levels. Her free hand tightens around your shaft, matching your rhythm as she sucks and strokes, trying desperately not to gag but unable to stop herself from taking you deeper into her mouth. Her other breast presses against your stomach, hardening further with each passing moment as the pleasure builds within her.