Cara
“f**k, you’re tight,” he growled.
Then he started to move. He pulled out slowly, the friction making me moan, then slammed back in with a heavy, wet thud.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his pelvis hitting my ass was deafening.
It was the best f**k of my life. It wasn’t gentle. It was a heavy, rhythmic pounding. He moved with a precision that only a surgeon could have. He knew exactly how to angle his body to hit my deepest spots. He began to twist his hips as he thrust, his c**k rubbing against my G-spot with every stroke. I felt like I was being electrified from the inside out.
“Yes… ohhh… yes! Doctor, yes—Doc, yes!” I cried out. My head was tossing back and forth. “f**k me! Ohhh, nnnngghh! Harder! Use me!”
“That’s it,” he panted, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. You’r
