Move Out (R-18)

The two of them indeed resumed where they left off: Making love at the table.

Khalifa was sitting on the study table, skirt kept up all the way up, legs wide open, with Jacob shaking his hip like a dog.

Except for her cardigan, her hair down, and glasses off, her upper body was completely proper, and it was the same for Jacob.

They didn't dare lose too much clothing anymore.

However, the scare did not stop their relations. If anything, it got wilder because they couldn't prolong it.

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As he pumped, Jacob nibbled on her ears, whispering, "Ah… Khalifa… " he panted, hit breath heating up her neck and ears. "So tight…ah… I'm dying…ah…"

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Khalifa let out melodious moans as he thrusted into her, over and over, wrapping her arms around him, rubbing her clothed bouncing breasts against his.

He hastened his pace moving in and out in and out, in the most exhilarating exercise of nature.