mia

Warm light on her skin, her hips meeting every thrust — that glance back over her shoulder undoes me. The sound of us is all I need.

Mia drinking from the fountain

Mia wakes up needy and I take my time, buried deep while she lifts her leg and moans against my shoulder. Slow morning thrusts, her breast in my hand, soft light on her skin. She sounds so fucking good.