100 Nights of Forbidden Fire
Dom’s movements were slow, deliberate, stretching me to my limits, then beyond.
Each withdrawal, each re-entry, was an exquisite torment, a friction that built an unbearable heat. His thick shaft rubbed against my G-spot with every deep plunge, sending shivers through my core. The slickness of our bodies, the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh on flesh, echoed in the room.
“I’m getting so horny listening to you,” Val confessed with a tremor in her voice.
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