Sage
The pace stayed languid and deliberate, every rise and fall drawn out, every grind dragging a filthy sound from our joined bodies. Sweat and slick mixed between us, the air thick with the scent of s*x and heat and rut.
I watched her, my eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, and body flushed and trembling, and knew I’d never get enough. Not tonight. Not ever.
She was riding me like she was trying to break me, and f**k if I wasn’t letting her.
Her slick p***y dragged up my c**k in one long, torturous glide, stopping just before the head slipped free, then slamming back down until I was buried so deep I could feel her cervix kissing my tip. Every time she bottomed out, her ass smacked against my thighs with a wet, filthy sound that made my balls draw up tight.
“Look at this greedy little
