Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories)
His cock sprang free—thick, veined, flushed dark, head already glistening with pre-cum.
Brooke reached between them, wrapped her fingers around him, stroked once—slow, firm—then guided the head to her entrance. She was dripping—no need for more prep. She sank down in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.
They both groaned—low, bitten-off sounds that echoed in the confined space.
“Fuck—so full,” Brooke gasped, rolling her hips in tight circles, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.