Hearing her cry like that prompted him to lift the second leg, making it join its twin . Now he was bridging himself with hands that were beside her ribs. It seemed like the position gave him better entry, he rode her faster like he was in a slamming race.
Arielle's eyes turned white occasionally, this position granted her access to Brian's rigid chest and half his abs. She simpered evilly before opening her mouth to pant. An evil idea just came to her.
She rubbed his sweaty chest, searching for his nipples… Then pulled on it hard .
"Fuck!" Brian gasped. He looked down at the mischievous she wolf that was grinning and felt the need to punish her. He tilted his head, gravitating towards her neck. He stuck out his tongue and licked his mark.
Arielle moaned. Her hands became weak , causing her fingers to release the hard nipples they were fondling . The wetness on her nape felt like it entered the holes of the mark; it incited her like drugs.
