He had that satisfied grin that he only wore post-sex. Xnx That animal look was in his eyes, as he became closer and closer to her own climax with each thrust. Her body recovered from the shock, and he had stopped, presumably to watch the total abandonment of control, her complete surrender. They tugged at clothes; T-shirts were practically torn off; belts and bra hastily unclipped, jeans, socks, and underwear ripped off as efficiently as possible to expose their bodies. He pulled her hair, forcing her head up towards his and he crashed their lips together in a frantic need to be close. Moans, gasps, screams and half-words escaped her. She rocked to and fro, tearing at her hair, dragging her hands over body, over her hips, stomach, waist, breasts. She swore men with any hair other than on their head were not for her… that
