Layla wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her large and round breasts crushed between them.  His strong hands cupped her bottom and she looked into his eyes boldly, though her gaze wasn't strong, but instead demure and submissive to his desires.  The softness of the inky pools that were her eyes met his, just as dark and so very beautiful with the heavy lashes that she was eye to eye with.<br/><br/>The force behind his matching, meeting thrust took her breath and pushed out a delicious moan as her tongue worked over his, but it also caused her to falter in the kiss, her fingertips curling her nails against his shoulders.  She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it, knowing that their dancing tongues were going to result with her trembling in his grasp…<br/><br/>On one of his downward movements, she didn't move up, staying with him as her walls clenched him, moving with her will, tightening around his tip and rippling along his length.  Her opening squeezed his base, holding him inside of her tightly.  She let him go and started to move up and down again, but then caught him again, treating him to a repeat of her walls squeezing him deliciously in her velvety, wet vise.<br/>