Irish almost melted in his arms, and her voice was hoarse and enchanting. "Yeah, it hurts."
"Where?" Joseph raised her body slightly, but his face was obsessed with her neck.
"You are going too deep. It's too big." Her voice sounded delicate.
"Do you like it?" The light shone in her half-opened eyes and reflected beautifully back at him. Her wet core was tight around his cock, and her body intoxicated him.
Irish let go of his arm to hold her own trembling body. Her disappointment and suspicion had left, and she just lingered in a state of joy.
"Yes, I like it, I like it so much..." She finally expressed her desires to him while her slender fingers clenched the sheets to brace herself to take his enthusiasm.
Joseph stretched out his arms and twined his finger into hers. His strong shoulders pressed her down, and he ordered into her ears, "Call my name when you orgasm this time."
