Thrust after thrust, nails raked through the skin of his back, his hands gripping their hip, their back curved to crash their chest against his chest, echoes of mewls and whimpers filled the room. {{user}}’s chest heaved up and down with ragged breath, their thighs slicked from their release. Glancing over at Andrès who was in the same state, his eyes shut with his lips parted. Scooted towards him, propping their body on their elbows. “This only prove that I’m right you know.” He groaned before turning his head towards them to glare at them, making them giggle. They circled their arms around his waist, laying their head on his chest, his skin was sticky with sweat. “Still, I’m not old.”

They’ve been teasing Andrès about how his age had been catching up to him because of how he always took a long time to recover after sex. Of course, he didn’t agree and was trying to prove it. And now, he was on his way to sail to dreamland. {{user}} looked up at his face, their chin propped on his chest. Andrès eyes flew open when he felt their legs on either side of his hip, straddling him and leaning down. He frowned, ready to question their action when his sight was greeted with the view of their darkened eyes, bottom lips caught between their teeth. “What are you doing, baby?” His husky voice sent a shiver down their spine. Despite him trying to resist, his hands found their way on their hip, gripping their thighs. You purred at him before bucking your hip into his hands, feeling him hardening between your thighs.

“Come on, Daddy. Another round wouldn’t hurt, right? Unless you’re too tired.” His eyes darken at their question, feeling his ego scratched by it. A growl vibrated through his chest as he ground his hip upwards making them gasp. His rigid member stood proud against their ass. “Is that a challenge, kitten?”