Liara’s POV
His eyes squeezed shut tightly, brows furrowing in concentration as his hips began to move—not thrusting yet, but grinding in deep circular motions, stirring his c**k inside me like he was claiming every hidden corner. The rotation pressed him against my g-spot relentlessly, making my toes curl and my breath stutter.
I gripped the edges of the dresser harder, knuckles whitening as I fought to stay balanced, the wood creaking under my weight. The mirror showed it all: my breasts swaying with each grind, n*****s hard peaks; his face contorted in pleasure behind me. I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle the moans bubbling up, but it was futile. They spilled out unbidden, husky and desperate.
'Mhmmm… f**k me… f**k me harder, stranger,' I pleaded, the words tumbling free, fueling
