He pushes into me in a steady, continuous push that doesn’t pause or adjust, just sinks deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and I feel him against my cervix and my mouth falls open and the sound that comes out isn’t a moan, it’s a plea."Fuck – Luca – you’re so –”“Deep?” He holds still. Buried to the hilt. His scarred hands cupping my face – both of them, holding me like I’m breakable while his cock splits me open. “I’m going to go deeper.”He pulls back. Slow. The drag of his cock against my swollen walls is agonizing – every ridge, every vein, the texture of his uncut cock creating friction that cut cocks don’t achieve. He pushes back in – harder, deeper, his pelvis grinding against my clit at the bottom of the stroke.“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face while I’m inside you.”I look. His dark eyes hold mine and he starts to move – slow, deep, grinding strokes that press my body into the silk with each thrust. His hands stay on my face. His thumbs trace my cheekbones
Last Updated : 2026-06-05
