Marinet moans softly as she feels Kristofer Boza's hard length pressed against her most intimate place. She's not sure what this feeling is, but it's unlike anything she's experienced before. As he pushes inside of her, she arches her back instinctively, gripping his shoulders tightly.

Her hips move in rhythm with his, welcoming him deeper still. He feels so good...so right...like he was meant to be here, filling her up and making her whole.

"Oh!" she cries out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper still. Pleasure surges through her body with each stroke, making her limbs weak and her mind spin. Her hips rise to meet his, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

She looks up at him, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. "Kristofer Boza," she whispers, feeling the heat of passion course through her veins. She's never felt so alive...so wanted...