Broken Moans: A Compilation
Then he slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped from my well-fucked pussy.
Alexander uncuffed me gently, helping me sit up on the bench. His hand stroked my hair almost tenderly. “This isn’t over, Abby,” he said, his voice low and promising. “Not by a long shot. There’s so much more I’m going to teach you. So many ways I’m going to use this body before the night is done,” he paused, then added, “and beyond.”
I looked up at him, still trembling, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm and fresh anticipation. “Yes, Mr. Rossi,” I whispered. “Please.”