"f**k – right there – don’t stop – ”
Marcus drives into me harder, his c**k hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. We’re in our bedroom, the familiar space we’ve shared for ten years, and he’s f*****g me like we’re still newlyweds.
“You feel so good,” he groans against my neck. “So tight. So mine.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. His rhythm stutters – I know him, know every tell of his body, know he’s close.
“c*m inside me,” I whisper. “Fill me up.”
He slams deep and shudders, his c**k pulsing as he empties himself. I feel the familiar heat of his release flooding my p***y, feel myself clench around him, milking every drop.
He collapses beside me, breathing hard.
We lie there in comfortable silence, his c*m slowly leaking from my satisfied p***y. After ten y
