~ Evie ~
Jack's got me bent over the arm of this leather couch, and he's slamming into me from behind. I'm gripping the cushions. "f**k, Jack, yes - keep going," I gasp out, my voice all breathy and wrecked. My t**s are bouncing with every hit, and it's that perfect mix of pain and pleasure that makes my p***y grip tighter around him.
He grunts, his hands on my hips pulling me back to meet him. "That's my c**k owning you, Evie. No one else gets this." I push back harder, grinding on him, because yeah, he's right. Marcus couldn't even dream of this - his sad d**k popping off before it even says hello, but then Jack slaps my ass again, and the sting shoots straight to my c**t. "Ow - f**k, do that more," I beg, and he does, twice, making me yelp.
We switch it up fast - he pulls out, flips
