Edna
Jordan’s eyes were as big as saucers as he looked at me. This had accelerated much faster than either of us had expected. I could see the hesitation in his face. A part of him clearly wanted to stop before this went any further. We were already in dangerous territory. But I held his gaze, letting him see how badly I wanted it. My cheeks felt hot and flushed, my lips were swollen, my breathing was heavy, and my chest rose and fell quickly. I must have looked wild and crazed with lust.
Standing over me, Jordan took his swollen c**k in his hand and held it up to my p***y. I could feel the heat of his tip against my entrance. He paused and looked into my eyes. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yessss!” I hissed. “f**k me please. f**k me now.”
With a quick nod, he began to push
