My p***y flutters around him, o****m building fast from the angle and the weight of my whispered truth, thighs quaking as he fills me completely again and again, the love between us pulsing stronger than ever. Locke’s grip on my hip and my throat almost turns bruising as he slams into me with sudden, relentless force, the table scraping against the floor beneath us.
“c*m for me,” he says, voice raw and commanding, “c*m hard on my c**k, baby. Give me everything.”
I cry out in helpless and automatic response, fingers scrabbling for purchase as the intensity overwhelms me, his c**k pounding mercilessly while he demands my surrender.
“That’s it, let go for me,” he rasps, his hand sliding from my hip to between me and the table, to rub tight circles over my swollen c**t, his breath hot aga
