Andrew
A primitive urge takes over, a hunger that I can’t deny anymore. The beast inside me claws its way to the surface. I want more. I am insatiable. And I start thrusting from beneath her, our connection a raw and intense dance.
“Now my turn,” I declare with a wink, holding her tightly and bucking my hips as hard and fast as I can.
“My God, I can’t come again.”
“Yes you can, I still owe you three orgasms.”
I drive into her, blending pleasure with a hint of pain. The internal struggle of wanting to take it slow loses the battle against my feral desire.
I slip my middle finger into her mouth. “Suck,” I command, my hips a relentless storm against her core, her muffled cries echoing in the room.
“You know my deepest desire, my beautiful Sky?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, he
