Vivian was f****d.
Her body shaking, dripping, ruined, her wrists still tied to the headboard, her mouth swollen from sucking Christopher’s c**k, her p***y still twitching from the way he had just devoured her like he was starving for her.
And Christopher?
He wasn’t f*****g done.
Not even close.
He grabbed her by the thighs, yanking her down the bed, flipping her over onto her stomach.
Vivian whimpered, her body completely at his mercy, her wrists still tied, her ass up, her face buried in the sheets, her p***y spread and dripping for him.
Christopher groaned, his c**k throbbing, thick, leaking against her folds.
“Look at you, baby. Dripping for me, making such a f*****g mess on my sheets.”
Vivian sobbed softly, thrashing, trying to push back against him, trying to get more, get
