Henry keeps that brutal, slow rhythm for what feels like forever.
Every thrust is measured, deep, and punishing in the best way. He reaches around to rub my swollen c**t in lazy circles while his c**k drags against that perfect spot inside me. My moans have gone hoarse. I sound like a desperate, broken thing and I don’t even care.
“You’re shaking again,” he observes, almost conversationally, like he’s not balls-deep inside another man’s wife. “Gonna c*m on my c**k one more time?”
“I… I don’t know if I can….” I managed to say as the sweet pleasure took over me.
“You can.” He spanks my ass, hard enough to sting. “You’re gonna soak the sheets for me.”
The slap sends a fresh jolt straight to my c**t. I whimper and push back against him.
He builds me up again with that same rel
