Naomi vs Ivan - Steamy Rematch

[AshAllen]

Naomi seemed to heard the bell that rang out of nowhere and looked back at Ivan. Looks like he was just about as confused as she was and she smirked and took advantage of it.

“Eyes on the prize you himbo!”

That was the only wanting she’d give him before pushing herself back up to her feet and then delivering a chop to his chest. Using that to momentarily stun him enough to get in close and put his dick between her strong thighs for a thigh job. Meanwhile she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a French kiss while rubbing her breasts agasint his chest.

Hoping the sensations on three fronts woild keep him tame.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

"Was that the fucking bell?"

The sound made Ivan blink, his momentary confusion costing him as Naomi's chop connected solidly with his sternum. "Ah!" He gasped, taking half a step back.

Before he could recover fully, she was already inside his guard. Her thick thighs clamped around his cock in a vice-like grip while her lips crashed onto his in a french kiss. The dual sensation—soft breasts pressed against his chest and the delicious pressure of her inner thighs squeezing—almost made him moan into the contact.

Almost.

Because Ivan Ramirez was nothing if not resourceful and also don't threaten him with a good time!

Before Naomi could react, Ivan grabbed her thighs, lifting her up.

"Gotcha," he said with a grin, holding her effortlessly. His cock pressed insistently against her entrance now that gravity worked against her. "Now we're even." He said, lowering her enough to part her lower lips but not enough to be inside of her.

[AshAllen]

If she hadn’t kept her arms around Ivan’s neck she would have been laying midair with her only supoort being Ivan’s grip on her legs. She managed to stay upright and held on as he lifted her up. She gasped as she felt his cock head prod at her pussy lips. Need to buy time…

She grinned teasingly. “Thinking with your dick and sucking me down this early Ivan? You must be losing your touch.”

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Ivan's grin widened at her taunt, though his grip remained firm on her thighs. The position gave him complete control—her suspended in the air, his cock teasing at her entrance, her arms wrapped around his neck for support unless she wants to be impaled down below.

"Losing my touch?" He repeated with a low chuckle, his hips making a slow, deliberate roll that made his tip slip just barely inside her. "Nah, just giving you a preview of what's to come. You know, so you can get properly wet for the main event. Although the showers are already working on that."

Ivan didn't need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he spun them around and pinned Naomi against the cold tile wall, her back pressed against the wet surface. The sudden change in position made her gasp, and he took full advantage of the moment.

"Main event starts now," he growled, his hips surging forward in one powerful thrust that buried his cock deep inside her.

"You're even tighter from last time. Can't find another man?"