DIRTY ANGELS
The pace built, Kahn’s hips snapping harder, faster, fucking her with controlled power.
Elizabeth’s breasts bounced with each thrust; Kahn leaned down to capture a nipple, sucking hard while pounding deep.
“Harder,” Elizabeth begged. Kahn obliged, thrusts turning rough, primal.
The bed creaked. Elizabeth clawed at Kahn’s shoulders, chasing the edge. Kahn reached between them, thumb circling Elizabeth’s clit in tight, fast strokes.
Elizabeth shattered, third orgasm ripping through her, walls pulsing around the strap, a keening cry echoing off the walls.
Kahn didn’t stop. She flipped Elizabeth onto her stomach, pulling her hips up, entering from behind. This angle hit deeper; Elizabeth pushed