Hoisting up to an elbow, he takes his hand from between my legs and uses it to guide the head of his c**k to my p***y as I tilt my hips back and spread my legs. He slides the crown between my folds, hissing in pleasure.
I moan softly when he flexes his hips, sliding the head of his fat c**k inside me.
“You like that?”
“Yes. You feel so good.”
He curls his hand around my hip and sinks in another inch, lowering his head to say into my ear, “And that?”
“Yes. More. Deeper.”
“Say please, viper.”
Starting to pant, I whisper, “Please. Pretty please. I need it.”
“You need it,” he breathes, sounding elated as he slides deeper inside me.
I cry out, closing my eyes and shuddering at the feel of him sinking into me, filling me up. When he thrusts to bury himself in, I cry out again, louder.
