He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, my legs still shaky and weak from cumming so hard. My arms wrapped around his neck instinctively as he carried me across the room to the big leather couch in the living room.
The whole time I could feel his c**k still rock-hard, slick with my juices and his c*m brushing against my thigh, throbbing like it was already begging for more.
He dropped down onto the couch with me straddling his lap, but he didn't give me time to settle. His big hands gripped my hips, lifted me just enough, then slammed me straight down onto his d**k in one brutal motion.
I cried out, head falling back. He was so f*****g deep this way deeper than before stretching me open all over again.
My p***y was still pulsing from the last orgasm, extra sensitive, and every inc
