He thrust even more intensely, the sofa creaked. Roselyn couldn't whimper much since the sofa surface was small and couldn't guarantee them a big area to move.
She climbed at the edge of the sofa and John thrust deeper having Roselyn moan so loud she could wake up the dead, his thrusts so strong and fast almost unbearable, his gaze so imposing on her. The sweat falling over his body enlightening every inch of his muscles that he contracted as he thrust.
The room was overwhelmed in passion and although the position Roselyn laid on was so uncomfortable her neck was hurting she bore the stiff neck, her legs wrapped around him curling her fingers as she could feel tinglings of pleasure when he trusted so deep she moaned aloud.
She closed her eyes to bear the burning pain and when she opened her eyes again she found her own reflecting cast in his claret eyes, their breaths synchronized when he slipped out only to start thrusting again.
