The wet sounds grew louder every time she sank herself onto him, her juices coating his cock and dripping down onto his thighs and the chair beneath them. She kept the pace deliberately slow and deep, grinding her clit against him with every downward motion, her full breasts bouncing softly with each movement as she pressed them tighter against his chest.

Max’s hands gripped her ass harder, fingers sinking into that plush flesh while he fought every instinct to thrust up into her. Rosalia noticed and smiled against his lips, a wicked little spark in her eyes.

"You’re holding back so much for me," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow figure-eight that made her inner walls flutter and squeeze around him even tighter. "Mmm... good boy. I want to feel every second of this. I want you to remember exactly how I feel when I ride you like this... how wet and tight and hungry I am for only you."

Max groaned against her lips, his breathing already uneven.

"You’re going to ruin me," he whispered, voice low and rough with need. "Moving this slowly on purpose... squeezing me like this... You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

Rosalia’s smile deepened, and her hips answered him with another slow, sinful grind.

Her sounds grew a little louder and needier with every movement, turning into soft cries that filled the room.

"Haa... Max... you’re so deep... I can feel you pressing right against my womb every time..."

His hands slid up her back, holding her closer instead of forcing her faster.

She leaned in and bit his lower lip gently, then soothed it with her tongue as her hips kept that maddeningly slow rhythm, dragging them both closer and closer to the edge without ever letting them fall.

The slick, addictive rhythm of her pussy working his cock echoed louder now, mixing with her broken gasps and whimpers. Rosalia’s thighs trembled against his as she lifted herself again using the strength in her legs, her feet staying planted firmly on the ground, only to sink back down with another wet slap that sent fresh waves of pleasure shooting through both of them.

"Ahhn... yes... just like that..." she moaned, her voice growing huskier with every word.

Max’s forehead rested against hers, his eyes dark and burning as he watched her face twist with pleasure.

Her large breasts dragged across his chest, nipples hard and sensitive as she rocked forward, grinding her clit in tight little circles that made her inner walls flutter and clench around his thick length. The creamy, messy sounds of her soaked pussy sliding up and down him grew even louder, her juices now running freely down his balls and soaking into the chair seat beneath them.

Max groaned low in his throat, his fingers digging harder into the soft pillows of her ass as he tried to stay still. He could feel every single ripple and squeeze of her tight heat around him, the way her pussy seemed to pull him deeper every time she rolled her hips. Rosalia noticed the way his body tensed and let out a soft, teasing laugh that turned into a needy whimper when she dropped down harder.

"You’re shaking," she whispered hotly against his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "I can feel how much you want to fuck me... how badly you want to take control... but not yet... let me ride you a little longer... mmmh... I missed this so much..."

Max swallowed hard, his lips brushing the side of her neck.

"I missed you too," he said, voice strained from how badly he was holding himself back. "Missed your warmth... the way you tremble when you’re trying to act in control." His hands squeezed her ass again, firmer this time. "But you’re being cruel... riding me this sweetly and expecting me not to lose my mind."

She sped up just a fraction, still keeping it torturously slow, lifting and dropping herself with more force so that her breasts bounced heavier against him.

Each downward motion drew a fresh moan from her lips, "Haa... ahh... Max..." while the juicy sounds of her pussy swallowing his cock filled the room completely. Her juices dripped steadily now, coating everything between them as she kept grinding and rolling, her clit rubbing against his base on every circle.

Max’s control was fraying fast. The way her walls clenched around him, the way her moans grew higher and needier, the way her soft ass filled his hands... it was too much.

He could feel her getting even wetter, her pussy fluttering wildly every time his cock kissed her deepest spot. Rosalia’s head fell back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat as she cried out softly, "Yes... right there... you’re so deep inside me... haaa..."

Max leaned forward and kissed the exposed curve of her throat, his voice breaking into a hungry whisper against her skin.

"Careful," he warned softly. "Keep moaning like that, and I won’t be able to stay gentle for much longer."

Her pussy clenched hard around him at those words.

That was the final straw.

With a low growl rumbling from his chest, Max suddenly wrapped his arms tight around her waist and back. In one powerful motion he stood up from the chair, lifting Rosalia completely off the ground while keeping his cock buried deep inside her.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he held her suspended in his strong arms, her full weight now supported only by him. The new angle made her gasp sharply, her pussy clenching hard around his thickness from the sudden shift.

"Max...!" she moaned loudly, her voice breaking with surprise and raw pleasure as he started to thrust up into her while standing, his hands gripping her ass firmly to bounce her on his cock. Each powerful upward stroke drove him even deeper, the wet slap of their bodies meeting echoing through the room as her breasts bounced wildly against his chest.

Max kissed her hard, then pulled back just enough to speak against her lips.

"I’ve got you," he rasped. "Hold onto me. Let me love you properly now."

Rosalia’s nails dug into his shoulders, her moans turning into desperate cries with every thrust. "Oh gods... yes... fuck me like this... haaa... Max...!"

He kept pounding into her while standing, holding her tight in his arms, the intensity building faster than either of them could handle, her pussy squeezing him like it never wanted to let go.