[Shaw's hips roll and in a single thrust, he's buried inside of her heat. He groans from the heady combination of wet and tight that he enjoys so much whenever he's in her. He's won this particular little battle, but Shaw's got a feeling that Clara knows quite well that he can be just as desperate to fuck her as she can be to be fucked.]
[She knows that fact very well, and she uses it to her advantage as she tries to take control away from him. Bent over this way, it's easy to shift forward and slam back, grinding against him as she forces her body to take him in fully. The move makes her groan as her hands grip hold of the sofa, and she uses her hold to help her repeat the motion several more times. She's lost all pretense of having patience, and now just is attempting to get herself off as rough and fast as possible.]
[Shaw's taking a moment to adjust to the molten-hot vise grip of Clara's body when she starts to move and push herself against him. Smiling, he waits and watches while she rocks her body back, driving herself onto his cock.] Oh, I like that. Do it, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock.
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[Shaw's hips roll and in a single thrust, he's buried inside of her heat. He groans from the heady combination of wet and tight that he enjoys so much whenever he's in her. He's won this particular little battle, but Shaw's got a feeling that Clara knows quite well that he can be just as desperate to fuck her as she can be to be fucked.]
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