Bab 100: Slow pace

"Love! Ahhhhh…Ahhhhh…" My moans were getting louder and louder as he continued to thrust inside me.

He was rough but I liked it. Every time he pushed forward, penetrating me deeper, it brings another level of pleasure. Feeling the tip of his dick poking my womb has brought a different sensation in my whole body. Hearing the sound of his every thrust, sliding inside the wetness of my core, makes me even more crazy.

My moans and his groans could be heard inside the kitchen. I'm not really sure if it's soundproof but I don't care.

He continued to fuck me from behind, moving faster and rougher. My breasts pressing on the table, my nipples rubbing on the glass of the tabletop in his every jab.

"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. You're mine, love." He said.

Then he turned me over again, wrapping my legs to his waist. His pace changed. He slowed down a bit and leaned forward to kiss me. It was gentle and sweet.

"I love you. You are mine." He said again.