The Musebox: Where all the Fluff, Randomness and Sm...er....

Oh... goodness that NOISE when he turned his attention to her breast. She closed her eyes in sheer bliss, one hand holding tight to him, the other curving into his hair, all but pulling his head against her body even more as sharp grunts and cries escaped with each thrust, each time she herself jerked her hips into him to push deeper onto him when she bounced down into his lap. That hunger and need for him driving her cries into a more heated pitch, "Mmah, Fh..hhang Aah. I.. I can't -!" take much more of the intense pleasure. She could feel herself getting closer.