His c**k stayed buried inside me, thick and impossibly deep. I could barely breathe. My leg trembled where he’d propped it up on the counter, and his palm was still pressed tightly over my mouth.
“Quiet,” he murmured again, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Be a good girl.”
My moan was muffled into his hand as he pulled back and drove in again, slow and ruthless. The stretch. The pressure. The fullness. I could barely take it.
I clenched around him, my p***y fluttering as heat rushed down my spine.
His thrusts were deep and steady, angled just right to hit that perfect spot. I could hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, the soft slap of wetness between us.
I was soaked and dripping.
My p***y suctioned around his c**k with every slow grind.
“Feel that?” he whispered, kissing
