His hands shot to her head, fingers tangling in her dark hair, gripping tight as his biceps bulged. “Getting hot, huh?” His abs flexed as he leaned in, his broad shoulders towering, sweat gleaming. She reached out,Pussy Massager hesitant, and rested her hands on his shoulders–her shoulders–feeling the muscle there. Her fingers dug into his firm cheeks, stockings brushing her wrists, and she sucked his clit fast, tongue flicking in a rhythm that matched her pounding pulse.

Ken’s grip tightened in her hair, his biceps straining as he held her there, his thighs shaking around her head.