65 The Witch Is Wrong **

Mars pulled Emmelyn's head again with his left hand and kissed her lips tenderly, slipping his tongue between Emmelyn's lips and twisting her tongue.

His right hand went down to Emmelyn's butt and supported her as he began to move his hips up and down and plowed her from below.

"Ahh .. ahh .. ahh .." The sensation she felt from Mars's rockhard manhood pumping her in a regular motion from that position was completely unbearable and Emmelyn moaned non-stop.

Her sexy moans made Mars aroused even more and he pumped more vigorously. His movements became faster and faster, and soon Emmelyn reached her first peak.

The girl's body immediately fell limp on Mars's shoulder, while the man hugged her waist and slowed down. He could feel his penis being squeezed by her core as it throbbed uncontrollably.

"Are you tired?" he whispered into Emmelyn's ear in his sexy husky voice.