Sienna
I stared at Dan’s c**k. It was still standing straight up, thick and angry, like a punishment I couldn’t escape.
My legs felt like they were made of heavy rocks now. My thighs hurt, but I knew the rules. And I was just getting started.
I crawled toward him on my hands and knees, my breath hitching as my sore p***y brushed against the sheets.
“Don’t just stare at it, Sienna,” Dan teased. “The ring is waiting.”
I braced my hands on his hard stomach. His abs felt like a wall, hard and soft at the same time.
Slowly, I lifted myself up and hovered over him. I felt the heat of his length radiating against my p***y. I lowered myself, just an inch at a time.
Fuck…
Even now, it still felt good, like every damn time.
“Nnnnggh… so… good…” I murmured, biting my lower lip.
My eyes roll
