Vem cá, namorada," he growls, pulling her close. She obliges, her heart pounding in her chest as he lifts her up and sits her down on his lap, her legs straddling his. She can feel his hardness pressing against her, and she grinds down, seeking friction. His hands roam her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, marking her as his. She's dripping wet, her pussy aching for him, but he teases her, making her wait, making her beg. "Por favor," she whimpers, her voice thick with lust. "Por favor, me fode.