Die or trying

Fresh arousal stabbed her as he withdrew his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock. He began the slow push and she

opened for him, eager to feel him penetrate her completely. “Tell me your fantasies, love,” he said with a grunt of pleasure as he seated himself more fully inside her. She groaned, unable to form words as the sensation of being utterly impaled swamped her ability to think clearly. “Tell me how you dreamed of my cock…”

“Every night,” she gasped, arching deeply to accommodate Zane’s length. “I fantasized about you fucking me, like this, just like you did before. Ohhh, Zane!”

His thrusts became harder and her tightened, pearled nipples rubbed against the comforter, adding another layer of delicious sensation that nearly sent her tumbling over the edge. “Oh God, I can’t hold back!” she admitted, shocked by how quickly she’d reached the point of no return but Zane didn’t mind, in fact, he seemed just as wild to crash into that wall as she was.

“That’s it, baby,” Za