He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. His c**k stretched my p***y wide, filling me, every inch sliding deeper until I cried out into his hand.
My body clamped down around him, still twitching from the orgasm he had just pulled from me.
“f**k,” he groaned in my ear with his grip tight on my waist. “You feel unreal.”
He pulled back slowly, almost teasing, then slammed back inside me, hard enough to make the counter rattle.
My hands flew forward to steady myself. My nails scraped the surface as he set a rough and punishing rhythm.
His chest pressed to my back, his breath hot against my neck as his hips crashed into mine.
I bit down on my lip to hold back the sounds spilling from my throat, but when his hand found my c**t again, I couldn’t stop the broken moan that escaped.
