Ayiras's tight thong panties set my desires ablaze. I can't resist sliding my fingers beneath, igniting a fiery arousal. She straddles a thick cock, her panties rubbing against me, amplifying our shared ecstasy.
As I slip my cock into Ayiras' tight thong, the fabric sends shivers down my spine. The sensation is too much to handle, and all I can think about is fucking her hard. I can't resist the urge to ride her, my hips moving in a rhythm that leaves us both breathless. The thrill of her panties against my skin only fuels my desire, making me harder and more eager. The sight of her riding me, her thong-clad pussy grinding against me, is a sight to behold. The pleasure is intense, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. But I can't stop, the rhythm of our bodies intertwined is too much to resist. The room is filled with our moans, the sound of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The climax is explosive, leaving us both spent and satisfied. The memory of Ayiras' thong against my skin lingers, a testament to the wild ride we just took.
