Marc
I pushed in.
One long, steady thrust and I was buried to the hilt inside her. Helen’s cunt was scorching hot and dripping wet, the kind of slick that only comes from real need. She clenched around me immediately, a tight, greedy flutter that made my jaw tighten. I held still for a moment, just feeling her stretch around the full length of my c**k, and let out a low breath through my nose.
Fuck, she felt good.
Better than the last time. Tighter. Needier.
I looked down at the picture she made: bent over my desk on a Saturday morning, completely naked, legs spread, the pale curves of her ass pushed back toward me. Her blouse and skirt were in a discarded pile on the floor. Her heels were still on. Dark hair spilled over one shoulder as she braced herself on the wood. I could see the
