DON’T STOP
“Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.”
She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.