Yes... just...

Millie was losing the battle. Her muscles were beginning to relax under his touch, her slit was getting wetter as his thrusts increased in speed - her breathing had become panting. Her resistance kept faltering as his gentle touch wore her down and calmed her body.

'Say your name baby! Say it loud and clear! Give it to us!' Barry chanted, now also working up a sweat and panting from all his thrusting.

'Huuuuhnnnnggggg,' she moaned

Her slit was soaking now and her pink pearl and tits were sticking out like a naked night in the cold.

Jesus christ! it felt soo good - she thought to herself!