Amelia
He grunted, the thick, hot length of him rubbing insistently against my soaked entrance. I was already trembling, my hips bucking up against him, seeking more of that delicious pressure.
“f**k me, please.” I pleaded, the words a raw, desperate moan torn from my throat.
He pulled back, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with lust, and I felt the sudden, shocking emptiness. Then he slammed forward.
The intrusion was hard and brutal, a gasp escape from my lungs. I felt every stretch, the burning fullness, the way my inner walls fluttered and clenched around him instinctively, trying to accommodate his girth.
His balls were pressed tight against my ass, buried deep. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pure, carnal electricity that shot up my spine and made my toes curl. I writhe
