The slapping sound of Jayden and Penelope's colliding bodies was reverberating across the room like an heavenly music orchestrated by the choristers of desire.
Jayden was in deep with Penelope. He watched, mesmerized, as she rode him. The moonlight sculpted the curve of her breasts as they swayed with each motion, the peaks hard and dark. Tentatively, his hands found her waist, then slid upwards, tracing the dip of her spine, the smooth expanse of her back.
~Mmmn.
She squirmed in delight at his touch. And emboldened by her soft moan, he cupped the weight of her breast, his thumb brushing over the taut nipple.
"Ahhh… Mmhnn."
She moaned, arching into his touch, her rhythm faltering for a breathless moment before she resumed, her movements becoming more urgent.
