The pressure inside me built steadily, a tightening knot of sensation that demanded release. I seemed to sense it too, shifting my angle slightly, and the new friction sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me. "Zai," she gasped, my name a plea on her lips.
"I know, baby," I murmured against her neck, my voice a low, soothing rumble. "I feel it. Don't fight it." I increased my pace, my strokes becoming more deliberate, more purposeful. "Just let go for me. Let me feel you c*m all over my cock."
Her words were a catalyst. The raw, possessive praise sent a fresh wave of heat through my veins. I shifted again, hitting a spot inside her that made her whole body tremble. "Right there?" I asked, my voice a low growl. She could only nod, her breath catching in her throat.
"Good girl," I praised,
