Micheal.
I stroke my c**k slow between her ass cheeks, the slick heat of her skin and my c*m from earlier making it glide easy.
Her head’s buried deep in the couch cushions, face down, ass up, that perfect curve arched for me like an offering.
My free hand trails up her spine, fingers digging in, pinning her still as I lean over her back, my chest pressing hot against her sweat-slick skin.
The friction builds, my c**k throbbing harder, and I rub rough, teasing her crack before sliding down to her dripping p***y.
I line up and push in completely, her wetness swallowing me whole, no resistance—just pure, tight heaven.
“f**k, baby… s**t,” I groan into the back of her head, my lips brushing her hair as I thrust gentle at first, savoring the way her walls flutter around me, still puls
