Christ, she’s delicious. Philomena is tight and slick and warm around my cock, her perfect body squirming beneath me as I ride her into a whimpering mess. The sofa creaks and the cushions slide, a cell phone clattering to the floor, but I don’t give a damn—all I care about is the throaty little noises she makes when I hit the right spot inside her.My back is damp, my shirt sticking to my skin. If my heart thumps any harder, I’ll crack a rib. Nothing about this is comfortable, but I couldn’t stop now if a hurricane hit, and when I grind the heel of my palm against Philomena’s clit, she cries out in desperation. The sweetest music.“Such a perfect girl,” I rasp. So good for me.”Her groan is dredged from the depths of her body.We’re moving faster, harder. Grinding deeper. My pulse throbs in my ears, and she’s so slick against my hand, so tight around my shaft. I’m caught up in her, and nothing else exists in the whole goddamn world, nothing but this girl.“Ansel,” she moans, then bite
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