Marcel groaned as Arianna ground against him, her pace increasing while she shove her tongue into his mouth, stroking his tongue swiftly, and meeting his intensity with her own.
However, Arianna pulled away and let out a pure cry of desire when he grabbed her waist and bucked his hips against her, aiding the process and dry humping her faster.
"Marcel...." She gasped loudly, her fingers threading through his hair and her nails scratched his scalp, pulling him to get impossibly closer.
She squealed, throwing her head back as she tipped over that glorious pinnacle. She floated for seconds before descending back on earth, greedily taking in a mouthful of breath.
Marcel wasn't sure that he had seen Arianna look sexier than at that moment of her release. The sight was quite stimulating. She then looked down at him, eyes dark with desire yet wide with enlightenment as well. She has become corrupted by his darkness.
