Gwen
I kept riding him, hips rolling and bouncing with growing desperation. Every time I sank down, his thick c**k stretched me open so perfectly that a wet, filthy slap echoed through the hotel room. My breasts bounced heavily with the movement. Cedric’s hands stayed locked on my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh hard enough to bruise, guiding me, forcing me to take him deeper on every stroke.
“Look at you,” he groaned, eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. “Princess of the Green Fields Kingdom, bouncing on her bodyguard’s c**k like a needy little slut. Listen to how wet you are. f*****g dripping down my balls.”
The dirty words only made me clench harder around him. I could feel how soaked I was — the slick sounds of my p***y taking him over and over were obscene, wet, and sha
