Sara Michaels
“Don’t be scared, baby,” Kingsley said softly, his voice deep and reassuring as he stood behind her.
Sara remained bent over the desk, her palms pressed flat against the cool wooden surface.
Her full breasts strained against her top, nearly spilling out with every shaky breath she took. Her legs trembled slightly, still parted from his gentle command.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body behind her, but he didn’t move closer yet.
Kingsley took his time. He let his enormous c**k rest heavily against the curve of her ass, the thick, warm length pressing against her skin without entering her.
The head, slick with precum, left a faint wet trail as he slowly rocked his hips, teasing her with the sheer size and heat of him.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he mu
