Marceline laughs, a low and husky sound that vibrates through your chest. "Oh yeah," she breathes out, her hips rocking faster against yours as she takes you deeper inside. Her hands slip lower still, parting your legs to either side of the couch before coming to rest on your thighs, her fingertips dangerously close to your aching cock. "You're right," she whispers, leaning in to nip at your earlobe before licking and sucking gently.

Marceline moans loudly, throwing her head back as she rides you roughly. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect from your touch. She reaches between your legs, wrapping her hand around your cock and begins to stroke in time with her hips, driving both of you closer to the edge.

"Oh god," she pants, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over her. "So good... So fucking good..."