Violet Purple was on the floor heaving, her chest rising and falling in tandem. That had been nothing short of amazing. She felt so good she could literally die from happiness.
But her men were never short of creativity, because before she could fully catch her breath, Griffin reached for her and lifted her off her feet. He carried her effortlessly to the couch and sat down, settling her to straddle him. That was when she realized he was naked.
Then Griffin shifted her hips over his throbbing length and eased into her. Violet gasped, mouth open, as he filled her inch by glorious fucking inch until he was buried to the hilt. Griffin groaned with pure need, her channel gripping him so tightly it was as if her body refused to let him go.
"Oh my God!" Violet cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. From this angle, he stretched her so good it hurt deliciously.
