His moans and s*x grunts were triggering, vibrating through me like a sweet melody.
His voice was a frequency that released something deep inside my brain, flooding me with heat, making me want more with every thrust.
Every praise he gave seemed designed to unravel me.
I was getting close, my body tightening, my core pulsing around him with every stroke.
He noticed instantly. Jackson always noticed.
His hand slid across my skin, roaming my curves like a territory that he was familiar with, a body that was already his, until it found my c**t.
His fingers pressed against the swollen bud, massaging with expert cruelty. My body jerked violently, sparks flashing behind my eyes.
He circled with slow, agonizing precision, coaxing me higher, building pressure that made my in
