A Promised Toll And Perceived Whispers {R-18}

Evian's hands went from grabbing Yvette's backside to grabbing her hips and then slowly up to her heaving peaks. He squeezed her tits as hard as he could looking as though he was hoping to source out milk he knew she did not have.

"Mmnnghhh"

Yvette arched to thrust her breast even harder into Evian's hand. Mewling as he pinched her nipples and pulled at them bringing on a slew of emotions that made concentrating hard. And she needed her concentration. Instincts could only take her so far.

With Evian's cock lighting up her insides and hitting wonderful angles that had her teetering towards a climax, it was hard for Yvette to continue her self-thrusting diligently. And yet, she persevered because she must.

There was no reason to why.

No reason besides giving her partner the ride of his life.

'He surely deserves it.'

"~Ahhhhhnnnnn~"