SERA
“f**k-” I cried out, head slamming back against the wall as he filled me, stretched me open, thick and deep, and so perfectly full I couldn’t breathe.
He is so big!
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead pressing to mine, his hips barely able to move with how deep he was. “Like your p***y was made for me.”
He started to move, slow at first, dragging out each thrust, grinding against the deepest part of me until my moans turned breathless and desperate.
Then faster, harder.
Every wet, filthy slap of skin against skin echoed off the tiles, water pounding down on our bodies as he f****d me against the wall like he needed to erase every other man who’d ever touched me.
I clung to him, legs locked around his waist, nails raking down his back as pleasure crashed over me in waves
