I was still coming, p***y fluttering around that monster c**k, when he pulled out slow—just the head left inside, stretching my entrance like a fist. My body sagged, legs jelly, but he didn’t let me fall. One arm hooked under my hips, hauling me up like I weighed nothing, the other yanking my sports bra over my head. My t**s spilled free, n*****s hard and aching.
“Up,” he ordered, voice rough.
I blinked, dazed. He didn’t wait. He spun me, shoved me back onto the bench—this time sitting, legs spread wide over his thighs. His c**k jutted up between us, slick with my c*m, veins throbbing. Twelve inches of pure ruin, and I was already addicted.
“Ride it,” he said, gripping the base, aiming the fat head at my swollen p***y. “Show me how bad you want it.”
I didn’t hesitate. I sank down, slow
