I scramble to obey, pummeling myself to him. His hands are on my ass immediately, spreading me, lining himself up.
"This ass is mine," he says, s******g me once. "This p***y is mine." He drives back inside with one savage thrust and I scream. "You, all, your dreams and fantasies are mine."
He f*cks me from behind, deeper than before, one hand gripping my hip while the other reaches around to find my c**t. He circles round and round, he never breaks his rhythm.
"You feel that?" He f***s me harder. "Feel how perfectly this p***y fits my c**k? Like you were made for me?"
"Yes," I sob. "Goodness, yes—"
His groans turn more disjointed and erratic, as do his thrusts. "That's it, baby. Come on my c**k. Let me feel it."
His fingers dart over and under my c**t and I am falling,
