Chapter 56 Toy Making Circles

• Reeves’ hips thrust forward violently, each jolt of the move a harsh, possessive action that pushed the length of his hard cock deeper into her mouth, right to the root.
• His fingers clutched painfully tight into her hair, his hands pulling on the tresses in order to control her head and keep it from moving away by even a millimeter.
• The saliva that dripped from the corners of her mouth slid down her chin and wet her chest, blending with the sweat that covered her body from the effort she had to put in for such a position. Every time he thrust, it robbed her of breath, leaving her unable to do anything other than gag around him.