She loves his hands her. She can't seem to get enough of it. He thrusts up into her and Adaline groans, arching to press her hips back into his hands as he slaps her again. She rests one hand on his shoulder, the other grazing over the curve of one breast, squeezing.

She bites her lip, tipping her head back so her body makes a straight, smooth line from the point of her chin down to where the toy is pressing into her.