My Reluctant Plaything
The sweat-slick heat of their tangled bodies filled the room, every gasp and groan pulsing between them like electricity. Clara’s pussy clenched around Michael’s thick cock, her wet heat a fire burning straight through him. Daniel’s fingers fucked her mercilessly, curling deep inside her dripping slick, making her arch into their rhythm with a hunger that matched theirs.
Michael gritted his teeth, gripping Clara’s hips tight as he slammed into her harder, chasing the burn of pleasure and the ache of need. “Fuck, Clara… you’re so tight, so fucking perfect.”