Her Return: His Regret
Andrea’s pussy clenched tightly around him, her inner walls fluttering with every deep thrust.
He flipped them suddenly, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs wide. Donovan drove into her with long, forceful strokes, his hips snapping against hers.
The visual was intensely pornographic — her legs wrapped high around his waist, her breasts bouncing wildly, her face contorted in pleasure as his thick cock disappeared repeatedly into her dripping cunt.
“You’re such a filthy little slut when you want something,” he growled, one hand moving between them to rub her swollen clit. “Moaning like a whore while you use my cock to get ahead.”