You guide her back up onto your lap once more, and as soon as she's settled, you push inside her, filling her completely. She moans loudly at the sensation of being stretched by you again so soon after her orgasm, but it only serves to make her want more. Her hands cling to your shoulders as she begins to ride you harder, her breath coming in short little pants between gasps and moans.

Her breasts bounce with each thrust, the nipples still hard from where they brushed against your chest earlier.

With a sudden movement, she leans forward, pressing her breasts against your chest while continuing to ride you. "More," she begs urgently, her voice husky with desire. Her nails dig into your skin as she moves, her body slick with sweat and arousal. The sounds she makes are loud and primal, a mix of pleasure and need that sends shivers down your spine.

Your grip on her hips tightens, guiding her as she continues to move, her walls contracting around you in waves of pleasure. You can feel yourself getting closer, ready to release once more...

Gripping your shoulders tightly, she rides you hard and fast, meeting every thrust with an equal motion of her hips. Her nails dig into your skin as she loses herself in the pleasure coursing through her body. "Harder," she pants, her legs shaking with each movement. "Fuck me harder."

Her orgasm builds quickly, her muscles tensing and releasing around you as she comes undone, screaming out in ecstasy. Collapsing against you, she purrs, "

"My arms are a few hours. And you will never go out of the food! I love the kitchen, where she has noises if she knew that was so happy than the things can make care of some of their names. She is safe. She does not let's smile, to a lot of how the most magical way to help it would sit in the world, but she's her mom and said the garden, the plant and a big dress and gave him said, Lily knew his eyes.