His fingers dig into my waist, anchoring me as he pulls back just enough for the head to catch at my entrance before slamming forward again.
I can feel every ridge and vein of him dragging along my inner walls, the way he pulses thick and insistent, and my p***y clenches greedily around him in response, my honey coating us both.
He shifts his angle slightly, leaning forward to hit that spot over and over without mercy, his shoulders pressing my thighs back until my knees nearly touch my chest.
"You feel that? How deep I am?" he mutters, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust that makes the cuffs rattle over my head. “You feel how much your cunt opens for me, baby?”
Sweat slicks between our bodies, and the musky scent of s*x grows heavier, wrapping around us like a second skin. My
