Paul kissed her back, too. He snatched and grabbed at flesh, pulling it into him and letting his cock throb inside her pussy, and kissed those sweet lips like they were on a lifeline of some sort.
Emma whimpered and gave herself completely to him, her body just bucked in his hands as her eyes rolled back and closed in pleasure. He just stared and sneered at her closed eyes, with his breath as hard as hers.
"You are fucking beautiful," He muttered, tracing the lines of her face.
He did not know why he said that. There was something about her that made her more beautiful than anything he had ever set eyes on before. He just waited and stared. He waited for those eyes to open and let him see them again, barely managing to contain his dick's throb for more fucking.
He did not fuck a single girl twice. He would move on to something else that kept him occupied.
