Brent grunted, repeating the move, getting Rose to buck and spread her legs as far as they would go. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Brent bowed to kiss her neck, the tip of his tongue lapping up at the sweat dripping down Rose’s back. Her tank top was soaked through, and Brent pushed it up higher as he rocked into her, hitting her g spot with each roll of his hips. Rose moaned and tossed her head back, rutting against Brent as though it would make a difference. “More,” Rose groaned again, but Brent merely chuckled, using his own weight as leverage as he sat up, arching her back against him and impaling her on his hard dick.“Yes, you do,” Brent murmured, pushing apart Rose’s legs with his knees as he shoved in deeper. Rose’s body seized up, shaking with the beginning of her orgasm, and Brent immediately stopped thrusting, stalling her release. Rose sobbed and twisted under Brent’s grip, her sweat making her glisten like a jewel under the dim light of the room. When he was sure that she wasn’t going to come, he let go and spread Rose’s lips further with his spare hand, his fingers rubbing at Rose’s entrance.He slid a finger in alongside his dick, and Rose went rigid with a loud, keening sound, before melting against the bedding, her hips jerking up helplessly.“You like that?”
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