Chapter 117 Never Enough Ii

• The dawn breaks on the horizon and the messy room opened up the next early morning. Pillows and blanket cluttered around and above the bed, was Sumire gripping the white sheet above her head, bouncing on the mattress as Mort held her waist up and continued thrusting her. He rub her clit and she squirmed from the exquisite pleasure almost too much to bear.
• Mort raised her ankle and licked his way up her calf to her thigh. His wet tongue caressed her skin, enticing goosebumps and sending sheer electricity through her. He licked her inner thighs adding her wetness dripping on his shaft.
• The hunk grips her waist, steadying her and penetrating her. He rubs her mound, adding pressure to her most sensitive spot. Mort brought Sumire to the edge and she lifted herself to him. His thick hard shaft is stretching and filling her tight hole.