The stretch was even more intense in this position. My walls clung to him tightly, and I cried out as he filled me to the hilt. His eyes locked on mine, molten and hungry, as he lifted his hips and thrust upward. I gasped and grabbed at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. Every time he pounded into me from below, it sent shocks of pleasure through me so deep I could barely think. My breasts bounced against his chest, my hair falling wild around my face as I moaned with every movement.
The angle made him hit deeper, so deep it felt like he was reaching places no one ever had before. I whimpered and cried out, my head spinning, my thighs burning as he held me down and thrust hard, slamming into me again and again. His grip on my hips was bruising, his fingers digging into my fles
