#122540 - Her hand fell away from her cock, moving to rest across her stomach, supporting her soft breasts, her other hand limp on the sofa as Max pressed forward, his hands quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed up and down her throbbing length soft little angel kisses that only served to build her need, not sate it. Biting her lower lip she forced herself to release the abused couch from her rough grip, instead sliding her fingers through the silky hair of his head, gripping him hard enough to convey the fact that he was no longer in control of how deep or fast he would be moving. As it swung inwards, him standing in little more than his boxers, he saw her, one foot out of the shower, her hand grasping for a towel that was just out of her reach.
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