He f****d me brutally—harder than I'd ever been f****d—for what felt like hours. Every time I got close, he'd change the angle or slow down just enough to keep me from tipping over.
I lost track of time. Lost track of everything except the feeling of his c**k pounding into me, the way my p***y ached from being denied, the desperate need to come that consumed every thought.
"Flip over," he commanded suddenly, pulling out. "On your back. I want to see your face when you finally come."
I obeyed on shaking limbs. He positioned himself between my legs again, grabbed my ankles, and pushed my legs up toward my chest, folding me nearly in half.
Then he slammed back inside.
The new angle was devastating. He was so deep I could feel him in my stomach, hitting my cervix with every thrust.
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