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Her cowboy boots were rooted to the ground, her legs slightly apart Her lips rubbed together as she drankon her pink cheeks

On a groan, Aliyana leapt forward, cli down runted as her hot pal my dick up and down Aliyana’s entle; no, she was fucking ue Just as her hips lifted, she pulled her panties aside, and puttinght pussy in one quickher dress to slaploudly ather hips so that I alinto my drunken mind, I used my hands on her ass to sink her down further ontobecame erratic, and her hands pulled at my messy hair, al loved this, her, this da her head back, her eyes closed as sheforward, I took a red hard nipple in ainst her flesh, Aliyana pushed an to squeezemy head back, I watched her face flush so da into my shoulders I knew she’d drawn blood, but I didn’t care Feeling ed, her eyes crashed to mine and she screamed, "Axel!", as she came

Her pussy felt like a vise as sheher so fast that ht with the strain

"Shit!" I hissed on a gasp, ood that felt Aliyana’s hands tightened around ainst her da h"Heartbeats" through the speaker, Aliyana put her pal up ht at hers "I should, but I don’t care that you’re Axel I just want to be here with you… like this… feeling this lightning between us"

Exhaling a long breath, I glanced away and closed irl…" I trailed off "I ain’t used to all this"

"What?" Aliyana asked nervously, trying to use her fingers below my chin to turn my head "Used to what?"

But I couldn’t face her I weren’t sure I wanted to see how ht terrifiedher hand fro a kiss to the warm skin, then slid it down my neck and over my heart

Aliyana sucked in a breath and a pink flush flooded her cheeks "It’s beating so fast," she whispered

I didn’t give a reaction, but as her searching eyes probed, I sighed and rasped, "I ain’t used to feeling good things… I can’t ever face feeling h to drownin, she pressed three barely-there kisses along n act of tenderness, so in me caved, and I whispered, "but with you… I feel… I feel … everything, every-fucking-thing… right here…" I pressed her hand harder against my heart

I wasn’t sentimental Truth was, I was a cold-hearted bastard I wasn’t real good ords, confessing s or all that other sappy shit chicks loved But that didn’t mean my sinner’s heart didn’t feel, didn’t race when she was near… when she s deep inside, without ave this cold heart ofrhyth her lips tobefore Because this kiss was given even though all our cards lay on the table

Breaking the kiss, Aliyana pressed her forehead tobreath as my cock left her pussy, but I couldn’t take my eyes from her as she pulled her dress down until it pooled at her feet My fists clenched the bed linen as she stood before me in just her pale pink panties and cowboy boots