“Oh, Owen.” Her hands wrap around her thighs, and she pulls herself wider for me. “I’m close, baby. Are you going to come again for me?” She meets my eyes and nods, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel this cunt pulsing around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth as I empty everything inside of you.” Her breathing picks up, those perky breasts swinging in time with each slap of our hips.
