"Always yours, Effie," John gasps as he kisses her, lips moving to the soft skin of her jaw. His beard is rough and burns her, burns a rough path along her jaw and down her neck. Fingers squeeze and pull and knead her flesh, the tight nub of her nipple tempting him to roughness.

"Always yours...and you're mine. Your mouth and your brows and your tits and your..."

He slides his fingers down and slides them into the heat of her cunt, finding her growing slick and sliding them to open her up.

"You're beautiful. My most beautiful...god, I love you," he gasps, then bites into her shoulder and sucks to leave a mark.