My head spun from the position, exposed and vulnerable, but the hunger in his eyes made it thrilling. He held me steady, muscles flexing under his skin, and shoved his c**k back into my p***y with a single, powerful stroke.
He thrust into me relentlessly, our gazes locked—his dark eyes burning with need, and something softer, unnamed, flickering in their depths. Veins bulged on his forehead, neck straining with effort, but he didn't look away. I couldn't either.
My eyes dropped to where we joined, mesmerized by the sight: my juices coating his thick shaft, glistening as he withdrew only to slam back in, stretching me wide. The obscene squelch of my wetness mixed with the storm's roar, amplifying the intimacy.
My hands found their way to my c**t, fingers circling the swollen nub frantic
