Debby
“Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate for one second. He pushed into me slowly, filling me until I gasped. The stretch was intense, the largest I'd ever taken, making me hold my breath.
“f*****g hell, Debby,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel so good.”
I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails into them. “Don’t stop.”
He started moving, slowly at first, letting me adjust, but it built fast. Each thrust was deep, his eyes locked on mine like he was memorizing my every reaction.
“Like that?” he murmured, picking up the pace.
“Yes,” I panted, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “Harder, Shawn."
He smirked, one hand sliding up to cup my breast and pinch my n****e as he slammed into me. The counter rattled under us, the sound mixing with my moans.
“God, you’re loud,” he tea
