Degenerate Jija Finally Fucks His Cute Sexy Sali In Forbidden Passion

Jija had been circling around the idea for weeks, dropping little gifts whenever sali visited their place. A new phone case here, some perfume there, until one afternoon she finally gave in. The moment she agreed, things moved quickly. She lay back on the bed completely bare, eyes fixed on the camera while jija leaned in and kissed her like he had been waiting forever. His hands moved slowly at first, tracing her skin as if trying to remember every inch before anything else happened. They started facing each other, the pace unhurried. He moved inside her with steady, careful strokes while she kept glancing at the lens, her breathing getting heavier. After a while he flipped her onto her stomach. She turned her face to the side, voice small and almost playful as she muttered that it might hurt from behind. Jija didn’t answer with words. He gave her lower back a light slap and pushed in anyway, gripping her waist tighter as his rhythm grew rougher. Her fingers clutched the bedsheet, soft sounds escaping every time he drove deeper. Before long she rolled onto her back again. This time their bodies stayed pressed close, arms wrapped tight around each other. The movement turned into slow, heavy grinding, almost like neither wanted to let go. She held on to him with everything she had, face buried against his shoulder, the camera catching the way her legs tightened around his back with every thrust.