She rocked against him in a slow, deliberate manner, legs spread as wide as they could go while sitting on top of him, his cock stirring her insides as she tried not to cry.
This was everything she wanted so why was she on the verge of tears? Her belly was tight and she found breathing to be challenging. She didn’t want to stop though.
He had no idea. His eyes were closed, lips parted while he slid his hands up and down her thighs, stopping to squeeze her hips every now and then.
She placed her hands on top of his and felt the heat of his palms pressing to her legs, the sensitivity of her clit against his body, the dark hair that nearly matched her own and finally let the tears fall.