"Ross is asleep. He won't find out… he won't… he won't…"
The shame burned her from the inside out, but so did the lust.
She could feel herself crossing a line she could never uncross.
She could feel her values, her morals, her principles collapsing into dust under the sheer weight of her need.
She forgot her boyfriend. She forgot everything.
There was only the aching emptiness inside her and the thick, hard cock beneath her that promised to fill it.
Her body moved on its own, her hips lifting slightly, lining herself up against him.
The swollen head of his cock pressed firmly against her soaked entrance, and she moaned at the sensation.
"Just… just an inch…" she whispered again, almost crying from the intensity of the temptation.
Her body trembled violently as she prepared to lower herself, her mind screaming no while every nerve in her body screamed yes.
Laura positioned herself carefully, trembling as she adjusted her hips over Ross's massive cock.
