Carrie's moans rose and fell like music, each one carrying her closer to another peak.
She came once, then again, then again—her body convulsing in wild spasms as pleasure wracked her from head to toe.
Every orgasm seemed stronger than the last, leaving her sobbing, trembling, and yet still craving more.
Her nails clawed down his back, her cries echoing off the walls, but Ross never slowed.
He shifted her easily, pulling her on top of him, his cock still buried inside.
"Ride me, Carrie," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he forced her to bounce on him.
Her breasts jiggled wildly, sweat dripping down her flushed body as she obeyed, riding him desperately, her moans growing louder with each slam of his cock into her depths.
Ross's hands roamed everywhere—palming her ass, squeezing her breasts, tugging at her nipples until she screamed his name again and again.
