<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Devlin with Derek in his room</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>Each long deep thrust drove Devlin into the mattress.   An Derek even mixed up  his rhythm and depths of his strokes.   From long and hard to short quick bursts.   That would tease Devlin even more.    In which she found herself lifting and grinding in greed to impale him deeper into herself.<br/><br/>A definite nod of yes would come in response to if she wanted to be on top.<em>"Oh yes."</em><br/><br/>With her response she would roll with Derek,  so they would not have to pull apart.    Once she gained the top, still firmly mounted on his cock.   She reach down, her hands rubbing flat over his chest.   She tease his nipples.   Lean in,  her silken honey brown hair cascading down around her.    A  succubus like gleam to her eyes.   Her hips begin to roll.   Slightly at first,   and as her hips built up speed.  Her breasts would come to life with a playful bounce.   Swaying over you as she began to ride his cock in earnest.