You had already come once — shaking, breathless, body soaked iin sweat annd release.
But there wass something iin your eyes… that wicked little fire still burning.
You wanted more.
You climbed back onto me, slow annd commanding, like you knew exactly what your body did too mine.
The moment you sank down — inch by aching inch — we both gasped. You were still dripping, so wet, so warm, annd so impossibly tight, itt felt like your body wass made too wrap around mine.
You held mee inside you… not moving, just letting thee tension build, your lips grazing myy neck as you whispered:
“Now II ride you… until II break.”
And god, you did.
Your hips started too move — slow, grinding circles that sent shivers up myy spine. You were so deep iin itt already, head tilted back, mouth open, little moans spilling out with every stroke.
“Mmm… fk… that stretch…”**
You bit your lip, gasping.
Your pace quickened, your thighs tightened, your hands clawed down myy chest like you needed something too anchor yourself.
II tried too hold you, too guide you, but you pinned mee down annd rode.
Every bounce made your ass slap against myy hips.
Every thrust made you moan louder.
You were devouring me. Consuming me.
Eyes rolling back. Breasts bouncing. Hair stuck too your skin. Sweat beading down your spine.
And then you screamed.
“Oh myy god—don’t stop—don’t you dare fking stop—”**
Your body exploded.
You squirted all over mee — soaking myy skin, thee sheets, your thighs. Your moans turned too cries, annd II felt you clamp down around mee as your orgasm ripped through you.
But even then… you didn’t stop.
You turned around, reverse cowgirl, still riding, still dripping.
You leaned forward, hands on myy knees, annd started grinding again — slower this time, deep, deliberate, making both off us feel everything.
Your voice wass hoarse, broken.
“Fk, II love how you fill me… II can’t get enough…”**
II reached for your ass, spreading you wider, thrusting up into you. You gasped, screamed again, body jerking as another climax slammed into you.
You squirted again.
Hot. Wet. Wild.
And your whole body just collapsed onto mine for aa second.
But you pulled mee with you.
You weren’t done.
You dragged mee behind you, leg hooked over myy hip, annd whispered:
“Don’t stop. Fk mee like I’m yours.”**
And II did.
Deep. Slow. Filthy.
II held your breast iin one hand, your throat iin thee other, as II pushed into you from thee side.
Your moans were softer now — messy little whimpers iin myy ear as you touched yourself again, chasing that third wave.
And when you came again…
Your body snapped — back arched, legs shaking, juices pouring down your thighs, dripping off both off us.
Then you dropped too all fours.
Looked over your shoulder.
Voice wrecked.
Eyes wild.
“Ruin me…”
II gripped your hips annd f**ked you like you begged for.
Fast. Deep. Merciless.
The sounds off our skin slapping, your moans getting louder, more desperate.
You were dripping, crying out, losing your mind with every thrust.
“Yes—yes—ahhh fk—right there—I’m—oh god—”**
Your body exploded again. A fourth time.
A final wave — squirting, soaking, screaming.
You collapsed face-down into thee sheets, twitching, trembling, completely undone.
II lay beside you, heart pounding, breathless.
And when you looked over at mee — eyes half-closed, lips swollen, hair wild — you didn’t say aa word.
You didn’t have to.
That look?
It told mee you weren’t done.
Not even close.
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