Susan's hair was everywhere - slick against her face, her back, and even against Cass' skin.
There was something a little feral in the way he growled and took charge, but Susan let out a soft gasp of her own as he started to thrust harder, deeper, faster.
Her hands slid down his back, fingers kneading his arse with each thrust. She cried out as a trust angled against something inside her, and her eyes widened with wonder, her body thrumming again with more impending desire.