Elara
It was past midnight. The penthouse was dark and quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing. Damien was on top of me, his strong body moving slowly between my legs. His thick c**k slid deep inside my wet p***y, stretching me so perfectly with every thrust. I moaned softly, my nails digging into his back as pleasure mixed with tiredness.
“You feel so good, baby girl,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and rough. He f****d me slow and deep, grinding his hips against me, making sure I felt every inch of him.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. “Damien… harder… please…”
He started moving faster, his heavy balls slapping against me. The bed creaked under us. I was so close to coming again when I suddenly heard a sound.
Click.
My eyes flew open. It sounded like the
