Fifty Shades Of Lovia
I pounded into her, each slam shaking the couch, her tits bouncing against Sasha’s.
The blonde’s hands roamed up, pinching nipples, making Valeria moan louder. The room filled with wet sounds—skin slapping, gasps, the occasional whimper when I hit too deep.
But my mind wandered back to Lovia. I imagined it was her bent over, her tight body clenching around me, begging for mercy.
Shane’s blood on my hands while I claimed what should’ve been mine. The fantasy fueled me, thrusts turning brutal. Valeria screamed, half pain, half ecstasy, her walls fluttering as she came hard, gushing around me.