*Paaah~* *Paaah~* *Paaah~*
Davis held Myria's waist as he leaned back, pistoning her.
His sapphire pupils saw her orgasming face, but more than that, his gaze was locked onto the pair of peaches bouncing with each thrust.
Their shapely roundness and pointy tips ultimately had him like a cat chasing laser points, looking like he was going to pounce on it.
However, he just kept gazing at her bouncing tits, feeling utter satisfaction overwhelm his heart for pounding a woman like Myria.
With Myria squirting her yin essence, the bedsheets were drenched when his thing almost came out each time in his thrusts, and the sloshing sounds of it created an unbelievably erotic atmosphere for both of them as they moved in a trance.
Although Myria's movements were awkward, she was a genius in almost everything.
