And then like that, I die and go to heaven.
Somehow, he pulls our bodies up while we’re still connected and drives fast inside me. John wraps his arms around my waist, holding us in place as his hand slides between my legs and circles my c**t until I’m begging for relief.
“John, please,” I whimper. “I can’t take anymore.” My head falls back on his chest, in disbelief that he’s managed to work me up again within the short time span.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he tells me seductively. “Play with your t**s, baby. Let me see how you get your n*****s hard.”
Oh my God.
His low, gravelly voice nearly has me unraveling on the spot. I palm my breasts for him as his lips press against my neck. Knowing he’s watching makes me eager to please him, and when his body tightens, I know he’s close too
