Ravil
I keep Lucy on the edge of an o****m for the better part of an hour. I f**k her with a butt plug, suck her c**t, use a vibrator with the G-spot curve. I s***k her a little. Suck her toes. I go on until she’s practically weeping with need, and then I end my own t*****e by freeing my c**k and pushing into her.
It feels so good not to have to use a c****m. To know she’s already carrying my baby. That she’s my only partner, and I hers.
I have to close my eyes and breathe deeply to keep from coming as soon as I’m inside her. “You feel so good, kitten,” I rasp, my accent sounding as thick as when I first moved here.
“Yes, Ravil, please,” she babbles. She lost her mind long ago, reduced to a wanton puddle of beautiful need.
I pride myself on drawing this response out of her, especially
