Her Dirty Little Games
I'd cry out, the burn of the stretch turning to pure bliss as he started pounding into me, his hips snapping forward relentlessly.
His hands would grip my ass, spanking it red while he fucked me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against my clit with every drive.
In my mind, he was merciless… grunting prayers mixed with curses, his body slick with sweat as he claimed what he shouldn't. I'd come undone around him, my walls clenching his cock, milking him until he couldn't hold back.
He'd pull out at the last second, maybe… no, fuck that. In this fantasy, he'd stay buried deep, flooding my pussy with his hot cum, marking me as his in the most sinful way.