There would be hours, perhaps entire nights, of this relentless pleasure ahead of her, and the realization sent a dark thrill racing through Bella's veins.
Ross watched, utterly transfixed, as her perfect ass bounced and jiggled with every eager rise and fall.
The way her pussy gripped him—so tight, so hot, so impossibly wet—was pure visual torment.
Rivulets of her creamy arousal coated his shaft and balls, dripping down to darken the sheets beneath them. But he was never one to remain passive for long.
Pak!
His palm cracked sharply against the plush curve of her right ass cheek, the impact sending a ripple across her flesh and drawing a startled, needy cry from her lips.
Pak!
Pak!
He alternated sides, delivering firm, rhythmic spanks that matched the tempo of her riding.
Each slap left a blooming pink handprint on her pale skin, the sting blending seamlessly with the deep, grinding pleasure of his cock buried inside her.
