Fey's hips rolled faster now, her body fully attuned to the rhythm as pleasure built in waves. Her breaths came in short, needy gasps, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with growing arousal. The tightness of her walls clenched around Julian's cock with every downward grind, sending sparks of heat through her core. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, her full breasts rubbing against his skin as she moaned softly into his ear.
"Nhh... Julian... it's getting... too good..." she whispered, voice husky and breathless, her usual laziness giving way to raw need. Her hips bucked harder, taking him deeper, the friction making her tremble.
Julian's hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements as he thrust up to meet her. He felt the tension coiling in his core, the pressure building fast. "Fey... I'm going to come..."
