She felt herself hovering right on the edge, her pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing as fresh wetness coated his cockhead and her thighs trembled from the effort of holding back.
The wet, squelching noise grew more pronounced each time he passed the head over her entrance and then back up to circle her clit. Rosalia's body responded at once.
Her hips gave a small, involuntary tilt backward, seeking more pressure, and a soft "Mmmhh~" slipped from her as the tip caught briefly on her swollen nub before sliding away again.
Max felt the heat of her against him, the way her folds parted slightly under the weight of his cock, the slickness spreading in a warm, glistening trail over the crown.
Every slow stroke produced another quiet, wet sound, the head of his cock gliding easily now, sometimes pressing just enough to part her entrance without entering before he pulled back and dragged it upward once more.
