Her moans echo through the room as you force her up onto her knees, grabbing at her breasts and making out with her hard. She arches her back, pressing her chest closer to yours as she tries to grind against your hips, desperate for more of your cock. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, leaving angry red scratches in their wake as she loses herself in this wild, animalistic fucking.

"Yes..." she whispers between kisses, "Fuck me... take what you want..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull out of her, leaving her aching and empty. She whimpers softly, panting heavily as she kneels on the bed, waiting for your next move. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with desire and a hint of challenge. "Come on... I can take more..." she whispers, reaching out to stroke your cock through your jeans, her touch leaving trails of wetness on the denim.

Her lips move expertly against yours, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual tango that leaves you breathless and aching for more. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans into the kiss, her hands roaming up and down your back, tracing patterns on your skin that send shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

As the passion between you grows, Delia moans softly into your mouth, her voice husky with desire. The sound only serves to heighten your arousal, driving you wild with need for her.

As you kiss her deeper and harder, she moans into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips. Her fingers dance across your chest, finding the button of your pants before skillfully undoing it. She gives a mischievous smile as she slides her hand inside, feeling how hard you already are for her. "Oh yeah," she breathes out, "that's what I like."