Her Obsession
Her hips began to buck beneath me, meeting my rhythm, demanding more.
“Faster,” she gasped, her voice barely audible, a desperate plea. “Please. Faster.”
I obeyed, my thrusts deepening, picking up speed. The bed creaked beneath their combined weight, the rhythm of their bodies a primal song. I felt her pussy clench around mine with each stroke, squeezing, milking me. Her nails dug into my back, leaving faint crescent marks on my skin, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure. I leaned down, kissing her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the frantic pulse throbbing beneath my lips.
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