Vacation111/ The Urge1

Freddie could see the glazed look in her eyes as she pushed her breasts together and grasped the tips between her fingers. She shuddered when he arched his back and drove his swollen member deeper inside, making her legs spread wider. He wanted to grope her body with his hands, but she was doing everything herself, spoiling him with passion and undying pleasure.

She leaned over, grabbed the bottle of chilled champagne, and popped the cork. “Let’s drink a toast.” She took a drink then filled her mouth with more champagne. She leaned forward and when their mouths met she shared his drink with a kiss. She moved his hands to the top of the bed so he could grasp the bedposts. With Freddie inside her, she leaned back all the way and rested her head against his legs. Then she rotated her pelvis in slow rhythmic circles, stretching the muscles and then tightening them, causing him to pull hard on the posts. The bed was creaking loudly and Freddie reached up and grabbed onto her stomach.

“Don