Each thrust from Marcel was so powerful that her moans of pleasure reverberated across the hotel room like a sinful melody. Arianna felt her body begin to tighten and quiver around him and knew that it wasn't going to be long now.
"Yeah, come for me, love," Marcel breathed into her ears as she clawed at his back before he buried himself into her so deeply that she could swear he hit her womb. An orgasm so intense, so poignant, cascaded through her body and she dug her nails into his shoulder, clinging to him so tightly as if he was her lifeline and she couldn't let go.
Arianna's body was caught in a seizure like-bout and her p*ssy clamped around Marcel's d*ck so hard that he grunted a deep, masculine sound that made her toes curl and her sex contract, prolonging her ecstasy. She gripped him so tightly that Marcel had no choice but to come too, spilling every drop of his cum just for her with a groan.
