10:00 It started as a workout… but he couldn’t resist. I rode him deep, slow, hungry. He lost control, bent me over, and filled me up like my body was the only place he ever wanted to be. 1
07:00 He grabbed my hair, pulled me close, threw me on the couch. His grip on my hips said everything—rough, deep, no holding back. I rode him like I was starving for it, and he made sure I didn’t forget who was in control. 0