She’s more than ready, and prolonging the evitable would just be cruel to the both of us. So withdrawing my fingers, I place a hand to her hip and lead my c**k to her entrance. She arches her back, spreads her legs wider, and grips the top of the chair. She’s offering me the most treasured delicacy when she presents her ass, hinting what we both want and need.
With c**k still in hand, I edge into her slickened lips, a gasp leaving her when she feasts on my throbbing head. I’m not even a quarter of the way in, and I already feel like I’m going to come. “More,” she demands, bowing her hips to accommodate my size.
Gritting my teeth, I slide in deeper, my c**k slithering inside of her, never wanting to emerge ever again. She hisses, a small cry for help as her fingers clasp the top of the ch
