Andrew POV
“f**k, baby. Harder! Harder! Mmmhm, Andrew….” Natasha is a moaning mess beneath me, “Right there. Make me c*m again. You’re gonna make me-” she shatters, gasping as her legs spasm around me for the dozenth time.
I’ve already cummed inside of her a couple of times, but every time I tried to stop and take a break, she would demand I start again, squeezing my balls in her small hands until I complied. I love it when she demands anything from me.
My balls are getting tender, but I’m not complaining. I’m in heaven. This is everything I’ve always wanted. She is everything I’ve always wanted. I’ve never felt so free, so vulnerable, and my love for her is growing by the second.
I put all my trust in her hands, and she didn’t disappoint. She exceeded my expectations. All of them.
