His Hands In Mine

He cupped my butt and squeezed it. I crashed my lips on Axel, and we shared the most torrid kiss of my life.

Too late to hold back as the kiss ended, I found myself riding him.

"Yes, baby, keep riding me just like that." He kept uttering these words while moaning my name. His forest eyes were complete with lust until I craved more pleasure and rode him fast and more challenging this time.

"Oh yeah, you're so good, baby."

Axel kept moaning, oh music to my ears.

"Yeah," I mumbled with satisfaction.

My toes curled, and my body arched, my nails dug into his back, and I pressed my rich breast into his muscled bronze-skinned chest. I moved up and down at a fast speed until I felt the cum inside me, followed by Axel's hot semen, spurting and filling my mound.

The wild physical activity ended with a bang.

"I love you," Axel muttered as he shut his eyes because of exhaustion.

"You what?" I retorted; we cleaned ourselves with some organic wet wipes. Is that another slip of the tongue? He was si