“f**k…Zayne….. it’s so big…..”
“Take it,” he grunted, voice strained. “That’s it… good girl… almost there…”
When his hips finally met my ass, he was buried to the hilt. I was shaking, panting and completely full. The pressure was exquisite and bordering on too much, yet exactly what I needed.
He stayed still for a long moment, letting me adjust, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
Then he started to move. Slow, deep and deliberate.
Each thrust dragged against every sensitive nerve inside me. He pulled out almost completely, then sank back in with a powerful roll of his hips that made my toes curl and a loud, broken moan tear from my throat.
“Oh my God….. yes……fuck…..”
Zayne leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth at my ear.
“Been thinking about this tight p***y f
