BACKSEAT OF THE LIMOUSINE AFTER THE GALA PT 3
The driver remained silent up front, but both Amara and Roman knew he could hear every single sound from the back seat.
The tension that had been building for the entire ride finally exploded.
Amara hiked her shimmering silk gown all the way up to her waist. She wore nothing underneath. Her smooth, caramel p***y was already dripping wet, lips swollen and shiny. She reached down, wrapped her hand around Roman’s thick, rock-hard c**k, and guided the fat head to her entrance.
Then she sank down in one smooth, wet slide.
A deep groan tore from Roman’s throat as her tight heat swallowed every thick inch of him.
Amara’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but she kept going until her ass rested fully on
