Marca me, Mayra

Mayra, her skin glistening with sweat, climbs onto Marca's lap, her legs straddling his waist. She grinds against him, feeling his hardness grow against her. Marca grabs her ass, guiding her movements, as she rides him slowly, her breath hitching with each thrust. Their lovemaking becomes more intense, their bodies moving in sync, driven by primal instinct. Mayra's nails dig into Marca's back as she feels her orgasm approaching. Marca, sensing her climax, grips her hips tightly, pounding into her until they both reach the peak of pleasure, their cries of ecstasy echoing through the room.

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