Page 45 of Before We Say I Do

“I love you,” London managed to say.

“And I love you,” Kyle murmured against her lips.

“I also love this lingerie and the lace panties.”

He grinned as her lips peppered his mouth.

“Same,” he said.

“But,” she purred, “I love it more when it’s on the floor.”

His dick hardened, and at the same time, they helped each other remove their garments.

Kyle sucked in her tongue, licked the roof of her mouth, sending a tingle shooting down her core, and adjusted out of his sweatpants, his dick springing to spank her on her bottom.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

Putting pressure on her knees, London lifted and teased the head of his dick with her drenching pussy.

“Ooh…”

He spread her as she sat, easing on his erection just as he dropped his mouth to her nipples, sucking them in simultaneously.

Wrapping a strong arm around her waist, he lifted, needing to control the narrative of this game.

His shaft impaled her, sending a flare of heated sparks shooting through them both.

“Uh!” London’s head fell back, and Kyle eased her up, then impaled her again.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his undertone dark, gruff.

His tongue swept across her breasts then he sucked off her skin.

“Ride this dick.”

Her pussy clenched, tossing her arms around his neck as her mouth fell into his. She bounced, popping her ass, her plum juicing his shaft as she bucked up and down on top of him.

“Está certo. Foda-me, garota.” That’s right. Fuck me, girl.

He was in the zone, his Portuguese tongue a normality when making love to her. Their bodies were packed with heat and sizzled to the bone as she rode him while he ground into her sanctuary.

“Oh baaaaby, oh!”

The pool between their flesh created a symphony of applause, praises that could only derive from their bodies colliding together.

Powerful hands slid over London’s ass, gripping her bottom to expedite her speed as Kyle coached her up and down.

“Oh!”

She leaned into him, and he covered her neck with his mouth, biting into her flesh, lifting his hips to meet the demanding strokes he bestowed with his control.

He fucked her to his feet, then spun to face the bed, and stroked her to the mattress. In between her legs the back of her thighs met his weight as his dick dug deeper.

“Kyyyyyyle!”

“Você pode levá-lo borbelta.” You can take it, butterfly. “Pegue, pegue.” Take it, take it.

Sucking in a distended nipple, Kyle dug, pounding her G-spot, drowned in her love, hypnotized by the flavor of her skin.

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