She obliges, flipping me onto my stomach without pulling out, her c**k shifting angle to hit my G-spot relentlessly. From behind, she grips my hips, slamming in with renewed vigor, her breasts swaying against my back. I push back, meeting her thrusts, our bodies a frenzy of need.
'That's it, take it all, you dirty girl,' she whispers, one hand reaching around to rub my c**t in tight circles. The dual assault has me keening, p***y fluttering around her shaft. Sweat drips from her onto my skin, her breaths ragged in my ear. I can feel her c**k swelling, pre-c*m mixing with my wetness, but she holds back, drawing it out. The intimacy hits me hard—this isn't just s*x; it's us, connected in the most primal way. My climax builds, teetering on the edge, but she slows just enough to keep me hang
