Chapter - 188
Elara's palms pressed against Jacob's sweaty chest, her lithe body arching as she started to ride his cock with urgency. Every downward plunge of her hips drew his thick, veined cock deeper, the swollen head grazing the quivering apex of her cervix. Her inner walls—a tunnel of silken ridges—clung to him tightly, each undulating contour molding to his shaft as she pistoned faster.
The friction was exquisite, her clitorus throbbing in time with the slap of flesh as Jacob's calloused hands seized her hips, forcing her descent.
"Harder," she gasped, blonde tendrils sticking to her flushed neck. Her plea shattered into a keening cry as Jacob's palm spanked against her right buttock, her skin turning crimson.
