"Yours, mine, ours. I could do this for hours, sit and talk to you for hours. I wanna give you your flowers and some champagne showers."
As the music played, clothes were thrown every which way. Somehow, a pair of thongs found their home on the wing of the ceiling fan. Moans throughout the room filled the air, the headboard knocked against the wall at an unsteady pace.
"M-more, p-please." Her voice trembling with exhaustion.
"Say my name, baby, say it." A deeper feminine voice demanded.
"S-st- shit, right there!" She moaned out.
"Tsk, tsk, are you disobeying me, Raj?" The drilling increased intensely causing the bottom woman to choke out incoherent words.
"I- oooh! please...fuck... I-, ughh.." The other woman chuckled darkly. Keeping her harsh pace, she reached under the woman below her. Her hand wandered until it found its victim.
"Can I play with your pretty little clit?" Taraji moaned loudly as the woman began her damage on the sensitive bud.
