บท 160: Chapter 160 Big Head

For a moment, the kiss felt almost romantic. 

His hands roamed her back, his touch firm yet gentle, as if he were trying to soothe her even as he claimed her. 

But the illusion of tenderness shattered when his hips began to move.

Slowly, deliberately, Ross started to thrust into her, his cock grinding against her inner walls with each movement. 

Gwen gasped into his mouth, the sensation making her shiver. 

Her body clung to him, her wet heat gripping him tightly as he set a torturously slow pace.

"Ahhhhhh…" she moaned softly, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and pleasure.

Ross pulled back just enough to smirk at her, his hands moving to grip her hips. 

"That's it, Gwen," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let yourself feel it."

He began to move faster, his hips thrusting upward as he guided her movements, forcing her to ride him.