MONICA
I slid down on the bed until I was straddling Tony fully, his c**k lying thick and hard against his stomach. My breath hitched just from looking at it—it was so big, so hard, I could see the veins pulsing, begging for me.
Slowly, I lowered myself until my bare p***y pressed right against him. The heat of his shaft against my wetness made me shiver. I rocked my hips once, grinding my clit along the length of him, and a broken moan slipped out of me.
“Ohhh… Tony…”
He groaned, deep in his chest, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. “f**k, Monica…”
That sound drove me insane. I started moving again, slower this time, letting the length of his c**k drag against my folds. The head brushed right against my clit, making me gasp and roll my hips harder. My wetness coated him,
