CINDY’S POV
“Damian!” I screamed, my nails digging into his back, scratching red lines down his skin as he started fcking me for real.
Each thrust was powerful, his hips snapping against mine, the glass shaking a little behind me.
He held me up easily, like I weighed nothing, his muscles flexing under my hands.
The city lights blurred into streaks of gold as pleasure hit me in waves, his co!ck hitting that sweet spot over and over, making my toes curl.
“Fu ck, Cindy, you feel like heaven wrapped around my d!ck,” he rasped, his breath hot on my neck.
He nipped at my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before whispering, “You hear that? The way you’re soaking me, dripping down my balls?”
“Please, Damian…” I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the glass.
The cool surface chille
