Married To A Slút (3)
Amy’s voice was low, almost breathless as she said. “Well, after a few minutes of some slow grinding, Luther started to f**k me harder. Faster. His big black c**k was hitting me deep, pounding like he couldn’t get enough.”
I shifted in my seat, feeling a heat rise in my chest. She looked at me with eyes shiny, her cheeks flushed. “He wasn’t gentle anymore. It was all force, like he wanted to claim every inch of me.”
I cracked my knuckles, trying not to lose control. “And you let him?”
She swallowed hard, biting her lip. “How could I not? It felt so good… too good.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her glass, but didn’t take a sip. “He kept telling me how tight I was, how much he wanted to fill me.”
I imagined his thick c**k sliding deep inside he
