Nancy glanced down, her hands clamped down on his shoulders, nails slowly digging into his flesh, watching as he thrust into her, his c*CK already lubricated with her love juices disappearing into her throbbing core and reappearing wetter, glistening under the moonlight.
After the first few thrust, he held still, trying not to quickly explode at the exquisite tightness, her inner muscles clamping down on him as he hammered into her, trying to milk him dry of anything he had left.
Soon, he began pounding into her again, sending unprepared surges of electric pleasures travelling up her body. Her hands moved down to his back, the image of that wolf tattoo in her head as she imagined tracing over it's head in a perfect translational motion.
"Koan." She breathlessly moaned, throwing back her head, her entire body quaking at each heavy thrust, her legs wrapping instinctively tighter about his waist.
