Jonah hums something low in his chest, like a whale's groan, and slides himself full-length into Kara a few times, just accustoming them to each other; his hips connect with the soft globes of her ass and push her a little forward each time. The soft lovemaking they'd first started with was fine, but now he wants to fuck her, show Kara in the most immediate, visceral way how much he wants her. When she starts pushing back, he begins to thrust, bouncing her off his firm hips with each slide of his shaft.
"Kara," he returns, warm and intent, and winds a hand through her glorious hair, settling on her shoulder for a firm grip as he plunders her full-length with each stroke. "Place your hands up on the glass."
Jonah's other hand roams over her belly, rubbing from the base of her pert breasts to just over the line of her hips, close enough that his spread fingers just about bracket the tip of her slit. He holds there to steady Kara's body as he fucks her, her little form too easy to jostle with his size and weight.
"Kara," he returns, warm and intent, and winds a hand through her glorious hair, settling on her shoulder for a firm grip as he plunders her full-length with each stroke. "Place your hands up on the glass."
Jonah's other hand roams over her belly, rubbing from the base of her pert breasts to just over the line of her hips, close enough that his spread fingers just about bracket the tip of her slit. He holds there to steady Kara's body as he fucks her, her little form too easy to jostle with his size and weight.