Kapitel 36: Longing [3]

"Relax," Lincoln reassuringly whispered through her ear before straightening his back for a better position. 

His hands grasped her hips, gently stroking her curves with his thumbs. The little bead of sweat that was starting to form on her lower back glistened through the light. All while her hair falls elegantly on one side. Slowly, he started to move again. His hips surged forward to bury his length deeper inside Tiffany. 

"Fuck," Tiffany hissed while the thick grit kept on stretching her out. Compare to Damian, Lincoln was much bigger that she wanted to cry at the painful stretch. 

Lincoln clenched his jaw as little by little his manhood disappeared from his sight, getting hidden within Tiffany's cave. A tight and warm cave forced a groan out of his mouth. He was trying to have full control of himself and avoid frankly slamming his member inside of her.