Zella
“Oh god,” I sobbed as he f****d me harder, slamming into me from behind. “Isaiah,”
His scent, his heat licked at every inch of my skin. His c**k drilled into my willing p***y, splattering my juices across my thighs. His fingers relentlessly stroked and strummed my clit. I was a moaning mess, whimpering and begging but I couldn't figure out what exactly I was begging for.
He let out a loud long groan, dropping his face in the crook of my neck while drilling my p***y. The pressure in my lower belly built again. I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirror and it only reeled me closer to cumming. My mouth was opened in a silent scream, sweat dripping down my t**s as Isaiah grabbed onto them and quickened his pace.
“f**k, you’re so tight,” he hissed, biting my ear. “Feel how y
