He stayed buried inside me from behind, c**k still rock-hard and throbbing even after filling me twice. His chest pressed hot against my back, one arm banded around my waist, the other sliding up to cup my breast roughly. His fingers pinched my n****e hard, rolling it until I whimpered and pushed my ass back against him, grinding on his d**k like I couldn’t get enough.
Because I couldn’t.
His c*m leaked out around his shaft with every slow roll of his hips, thick and warm, sliding down my thighs and soaking the sheets beneath us. The room smelled like pure s*x: sweat, c*m, my p***y, all mixed together in the humid air.
“You’re not done,” he growled into my ear, teeth scraping the lobe. “Not until this cunt is so full of me you feel it for days.”
I moaned, nodding into the pillow, my bo
