With Julian

“Fuck yes!” Ella cries, burying her face into a pillow as Julian thrusts in to her from behind.

They had slipped out of the living room as soon as they were confident they wouldn’t be missed, though it wasn’t like Ella was making much of an effort to hide them.

Julian grunts as he slides in and out of her, his hands around her waist as he stands behind the bed, Ella bent over in front of him.

“You’re so hot.” He whispers. “I think I’m gonna...”

She moans. “Just not inside.” She reminds him, continuing to buck against him. He was a hell of a lot better than her last boyfriend.

Julian gives her one last thrust, before pulling out and spraying his seed all over her back. “Fuck!” He grunts as the cum spurts out.

“You’re good.” Ella purrs, turning around and sitting on the bedside.