Roland's lips lingered on Priya's, the kiss deepening as their bodies remained intertwined. His cock, still buried inside her, pulsed faintly, a reminder of the heat they'd just shared.
"Don't stop," she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Lord… I need more."
Roland groaned, his hips shifting slightly, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I can't get enough of you."
Priya's head fell back as he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the weight of them drawing Roland's gaze. He reached down, his hands cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch.
"Oh, God," Priya moaned, her back arching as he teased her. "Your hands… your cock… it's too much."
