The dual sensations coil tighter in my core – his c**k claiming my throat with possessive depth, my p***y dripping around my knuckles, the scent of s*x heavy in the cool air.
I moan again, the vibration rippling along his length as he pushes even deeper, my fingers plunging harder into my soaked folds in desperate rhythm. Pleasure builds like a storm, my thighs trembling, n*****s tight and aching, the emotional pull between us amplifying every wet glide and breathless gasp.
Locke’s thighs tense beneath my free hand, his control fraying as he feeds me more of his c**k, and I give myself over to it all… the stretch, the ache, the overwhelming sense of being his in this moment of shared surrender.
He rises suddenly, pulling free from my mouth, and in one fluid motion he hauls me up, stron
