Tonya had taken just a little more than she could comfortably handle, her firm breasts still heavy and aching from the intensity.
She shifted slightly, trying to steady herself, cupping her heavy breasts with gentle hands as she gave herself a gentle squeeze.
But Steve, stirred by the sensation—and desperate not to lose it—grew more possessive, his body trembling with need.
His hand reached out, fingers wrapping softly around her head, pulling her closer, pulling her forward toward his hard, swollen cock.
He didn't plunge in fully—just a measured length, enough to feel the wet heat of her mouth swallow him.
She parted her lips wider, offering herself freely as he slid deeper into the warm, slick embrace.
Tonya's hands moved instinctively, pulling his grip from her head and settling on his powerful thighs, steadying herself.
With slow, teasing strokes, she resumed her gentle, wet movements along his thick length.
But the urge overwhelmed her again.
