Jax kept pounding my p***y with deep, brutal strokes on the weight bench. His thick c**k stretched me wide open with every thrust, and the wet slapping sounds of his hips meeting my ass echoed through the empty gym. My breasts bounced wildly as he f****d me, and my juices mixed with his precum leaked out around his shaft, making everything slippery and messy.
“f**k, this married p***y feels so good,” he growled, gripping my hips tighter. “Soaking wet and gripping my d**k like a slut. Your husband must have a tiny c**k if you are this desperate.”
I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bench. “He does. He never f***s me like this. Harder, Jax. Please f**k me harder.”
He slammed into me even more violently, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. The bench creaked dangerously under us.
