"Arrgh, you're driving me crazy! If you keep bouncing on me like that, I might literally lose my mind,"
Trevor moaned, his head falling back against the pillows. His eyes were squeezed shut as the sheer ecstasy of the movement hit him deep in his core.
Caroline, fueled by his reaction and her own rising heat, was moving with a newfound freedom.
Her waist swiveled and dipped in a rhythmic dance that felt like pure magic. She was no longer the shy beginner; she was a woman possessed by the moment, lost in the euphoria of cloud nine.
"Yes, daddy... I'm going to blow your mind,"
she whispered, her voice a mix of cute innocence and naughty intent.
Trevor hitched his breath at her words, his hands roaming hungrily over the firm, oiled curves of her ass.
Every time she slammed down onto him, he felt himself being pushed closer to the absolute edge.
"My god, your ass is addictive," he groaned, his fingers digging into her skin as he massaged her rhythmically, guiding her descent.
