Daria
I didn’t wait, didn’t ease into it; I just started bouncing, hard and fast, my thighs flexing as I rode him mercilessly.
The bed creaked beneath us but all I could feel was him, hot and thick inside me.
“f**k, Daria,” he groaned, tightening his grip on my hips. “Oh fuckkk.”
“Shut up,” I panted, sliding my hands to his throat and choking him. His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and lust, but he didn’t stop me. I kept bouncing, throwing my ass on him with a wicked rhythm, each movement sending shocks through my core.
“You like it?"
“f**k yes,” he gasped, his hips thrusting up to meet me and match my pace. “You’re gonna break me.”
“Good,” I said, tightening my grip on his throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make him groan louder. My body was on fire, my breasts bouncing
