Cayden's eyes were filled with teasing, "Okay, you will do it."
He held her slender waist with one hand and squeezed her white, elastic ass with the other, leaving fingerprints on it.
Mikayla was annoyed by him and pretended to be angry by slapping his hand away. She parted her legs carefully and sat down on him.
Cayden's gaze became even deeper. He watched his beloved woman sitting on top of him, spreading her flower petal and taking his penis, and his Adam's apple involuntarily rolled twice.
Mikayla was doing it for the first time, with no experience, and it took her a lot of effort to just barely take the tip of his penis. Her soft breasts were also being ruthlessly squeezed by him.
"Spread it open a bit more." Cayden's voice was hoarse.
At this point, Mikayla could only obey his words and spread her legs a bit more. The tight layers of her vaginal muscles wrapped around his penis, and Cayden let out a groan.
He couldn't hold back anymore, and now he just wanted to fuck her to pieces, holding her waist and sitting down.
"Ah -"
The intense pleasure surged up her brain instantly, and just like that, Mikayla reached her orgasm. She was tense all over, and her vaginal muscles were stretched full, both sore and swollen.
Cayden, on the other hand, was quite satisfied. He didn't give Mikayla any time to catch her breath, sitting up halfway and pulling his member in and out of her.
Mikayla was soft in his arms, and her tears just wouldn't stop flowing. Her voice was filled with a sob, "You... you're bullying me again..."
"Yes, I like to tease you," he admitted boldly.
Mikayla's sensitive spots were being taken care of very meticulously. He was sucking on her softness, and her nipples were wet and slippery. His hand was roaming over her sensitive area on her waist, and his thrusting was urgent and aggressive. She could feel every thrust, and Mikayla felt like she was about to faint on the bed.
"Please, slow down..."
"Then say something nice," the vile capitalist always said.
Mikayla cursed him in her mind, but she could only beg for mercy, "Wah wah... I'm about to be fucked to death... I can't take it anymore, Cayden..."
He deliberately thrust harder, pushing Mikayla to the edge of her limits. Water spilled out from their point of contact, and both of their thighs were covered in love fluid.
"Call me husband," he panted, giving her a few more fierce thrusts. Cayden liked seeing her aroused expression.
"Ah ah... husband... Wah wah wah... Please, lighten up..."
"From now on, I'll call you that in bed too."
Mikayla helplessly nodded, and Cayden's mouth curled up into a smile as he vigorously rubbed her ass. When he ejaculated, he fiercely kissed Mikayla's lip and thrust his penis deep inside to release it. She shivered with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure, and streams of liquid began to flow out of her vagina.
After everything calmed down, Cayden let go of her, and Mikayla collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. Her body was covered in marks of abuse, and her thighs were still trembling, with her red and tender pussy mouth opening and closing, surrounded by a shiny layer of love fluid.
Cayden carried her to the bathtub, and Mikayla leaned against his bare and broad chest, with her hand moving restlessly down to touch the strong abdominal muscles. She hadn't noticed this before, but this man had a pretty good body, and she squeezed it again.
The sexual organ beneath her seemed to be rising again, and Cayden grabbed her hand, his voice low and filled with desire, "Mikayla, don't touch it."
She pouted and frowned, he was happy for himself to touch her when they were in bed, but now she wanted to touch it and he wouldn't let her?
"Stingy guy." She muttered.
If you still want to make love, I don't mind you touching. Cayden smiled and painted the foam on the surface of the water on her fair and delicate arm, then held her round softness and squeezed it gently.
Mikayla is now half drunk and half awake. For the sake of her health, she doesn't want to go through it again. She shook her head vigorously, slapping away his hand, "No more, no more." She leaned her head against his shoulder, savoring the post-intimacy affection.
