Stepdad’s Pet, His Son’s Plaything
The fit was incredibly, suffocatingly tight, a hot, crushing grip that squeezed my shaft so intensely it felt like a vice.
Emma let out a deafening, painful scream that echoed off the vaulted ceilings, her fingers ripping into the bedsheets as I began to move. Every thrust was a slow, agonizing friction, the sheer tightness of her body pulling at me, pushing us both past the point of sanity.
I slammed into her, ignoring her tears, focusing entirely on the raw, clenching heat that was tearing through us both. She was shaking, her muscles locking around me in a tight, desperate spasm that dragged me over the edge.
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