Exton

The hammock swings gently with their slow movements. Stoney moans at the feel of Alise in his arms, the feel of her surrounding him, accepting him.

His name had never sounded like something precious, not until she whispered it. He grins at her and sings softly. Her eyes close, and he kisses her throat, licking slowly, humming.

Stoney shudders when her leg glides along his. One hand slides down, cupping her sweet cheek, pulling her closer. He thrusts deep, holding her to him, pressing just a bit further. "Alise... I am too close. Do I cum now, or withdraw?" He shudders again, fighting for control. Brushing his lips along her ear he whispers "*Vous êtes perfection, mon rêve venez vrai."

"*you are perfection, my dream come true"