Try Crying Prettier

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Damia’s cheek rubbed against the sheet.
Because of their postures, his penis seemed to pierce deeper.
Not only that but as he shook his back and forth, large, heavy bull-like balls struck her labia and clitoris.

 My cheeks turned red because I was really ashamed to feel like we were mating dogs.
Still, my body swelled up to a strange level with lascivious heat. 

Instinctually, she swayed her body along with Akkard’s rhythm, and from behind came the sound of Akkard’s laughter.

“More than before, hoo woo (*panting*), you’re tightening.
Do you like getting it from behind?”

“No, Uh, ooohhhhhh ahh ahhhh!”

“Your shaking ass says otherwise.
You love this.”

Akkard grabbed her ass cheeks that moved as if she were flaunting and spread them apart to admire the lewd, lush scene.

His own was ferociously going in and out of the crimson, narrow entrance.
Her passageway, which had stretched to its limit, was admirably swallowing his own and drooling with delight.

Just looking at it made his head warm.
Akkard reached out from behind and pressed her breasts wildly, pinching the nipples and twirling them.
And then, again and again, he thrusted her butt up, rewarded with erotic jiggles, and up into the depths of her core.

“Ahh, haaa, aaah! Oh! Aah ooohh!”

Every time that happened, the sweet panting that came out of Damia and the murky moans of uncontrollable pleasure sweetened Akkard’s ears. 

Overwhelmed with excitement, Akkard clung to her back and teased her clit.