Ross began to set the pace, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the weight and heat beneath her.
Then he pushed a little harder, rocking her hips against him with firm, controlled movements.
Every grind, every press sent shocks of sensation coursing through her, making her wetter, more desperate.
She could feel herself clenching around him even through her panties, each contraction leaving her trembling.
Nina's hands flew to his chest for balance, her fingers digging into the firm muscles as she moved in rhythm with him.
Her back arched, chest pressing against his, lips parting in gasps and soft whimpers.
Her mind was a haze of lust, her body on fire, every nerve screaming for more.
Ross's hands guided her hips expertly, forcing her to ride him faster, up and down, until the friction was almost unbearable.
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