Nyla
“You like that?” he murmured, thrusting harder, still only halfway in at first. “Feeling me stretch this tight p***y? You’re so wet for me, baby. I can hear how soaked you are every time I move.”
I moaned helplessly, my hips starting to meet his thrusts. “Ezekiel… it feels so good… I’m going to c*m…”
“Not yet,” he said firmly, slowing his pace deliberately, edging me. He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in torturously slow. “Hold it for me, baby. Be a good girl and wait.”
I whimpered, frustrated but obedient, my body trembling as he kept me right on the edge. He f****d me with deep, controlled strokes, praising me the whole time.
“Look at you… taking my c**k so beautifully. You’re so tight and wet, baby. This p***y was made to be f****d by me. You’re doing so well ho
