| ANDRE’S POV |
My words slipped out in a ragged whisper. “Yes… God, yes, Mrs. Lisa—it’s so tight. I… love your p***y so f*****g much.”
But those words were an understatement. She was hot, her p***y wet and impossibly soft, yet so tight it stole the breath from my lungs. Her p***y walls gripped my c**k, pulling me deeper, and a guttural groan ripped free from my throat.
“Ugghhhhh!”
A slow, wicked smile curved across Mrs. Lisa’s lips. “Good. Now f**k me, Andre. Don’t just lie there. f**k me the way you’ve always wanted to.”
The command shattered my hesitation. I drew my hips back until only the tip of my c**k lingered inside her p***y, then slammed forward in one smooth, desperate thrust that buried me to the hilt.
Mrs. Lisa cried out, a throaty sound of pleasure, her nails biting int
