His words hung in the air, ragged and raw, as his thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into mine with a force that made my teeth clatter. The bathroom wall dug into my back, cool against the fever of my skin, but all I could feel was Luca's c**k stretching me wide, pounding that spot inside that turned my vision white. Sweat slicked our bodies, his chest heaving against mine, n*****s hard and scraping with every grind.
I clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his soaked shirt, pulling him closer as my own release built like a storm.
'Do it, Luca. c*m inside me. Fill this ass up,' I gasped, my voice hoarse from moaning.
My c**k trapped between us, leaking pre-c*m that smeared sticky across his abs, throbbed with need. He angled deeper, one hand pinning my hip, the other
