Lola’s POV
He was huge and lengthy, going deep into me.
I scratched my fingers on the tiled wall, teeth gritted to hold back my moans.
His skin glued against mine, his dìckbag slapped against my fold. My lips gaped as he penetrated deeper into me, claiming every bit of me.
I felt his fingers dig into the waist of my flesh; each thrust was dominant and possessive. I shut my eyes, and my breath came in desperate gasps.
He buried his head behind my neck, inhaling my scent, his lips pressed on my flesh.
I swallowed deeply, my legs trembling. I threw my head backwards, my fingers curled into my palms. “f**k me, please…I love it, yeah…” My eyes shut tight.
He breathed harshly against my skin, his low, soft groans echoed in my ear, “oh yes..yeah yeah.” his pace fastened, his hips rocked a
