Cello's body comes over me, caging me in, his body blanketing mine from behind. Every part of him seems to be touching me, making me feel small. This time when he thrusts into me, he easily slides in, his c*m and my wetness from earlier making my p***y ready for him this time. No pain, only pleasure.
My fingers wrap around the bars of the headboard, my hands still tied there and holding me in place as he starts to drive in and out of me. He f***s me like he can't get deep enough. Like it's been years since the last time he had me and not just moments ago.
The intensity is intoxicating. I didn't know passion like this was possible. It feels so right, so perfect, and I wonder how I lived without him before now. This is where I belong. With him. I can feel it in every part of me.
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