Fúckíng Aubrey (5)
Water splashed everywhere, our skin slapping in sharp, wet sounds. I gripped her hips tight, pounding into her, the base grinding against my clít with every thrust. Her moans shredded the steam around us, her body quivering like she could shatter at any second.
“You take this c**k so well,” I growled, leaning over her back, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine to f**k, Aubrey.”
“Yes—f**k—yours,” she sobbed, clawing at the tiles. “Harder—don’t stop.”
Her ass slammed against me in time with my thrusts. Her títs bounced wildly, each movement sending sparks through my skin. She was incoherent, babbling my name between gasps, and I knew she was completely lost to me.
“You wanted me to ruin you,” I snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jolt. “Now beg for it.
