He thrust upward to meet her next drop—hard, deliberate—driving his cock even deeper. "You're so good, Sarah," he rasped, voice raw and reverent. "Tighter now… wetter… hungrier… you take me like you were fucking made for it… just like mom does, but you're mine now… only mine…"
The words shattered her control. She rode him like she was possessed—fast, sloppy, relentless—hips snapping, ass clapping and rippling wildly against his thighs, breasts bouncing with every brutal plunge.
Her clit ground frantically against his pubic bone with every downstroke; her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his veined length, stretching and releasing in obscene, glossy detail—puffy lips dragging outward on the upstroke, swallowing him whole on the downstroke, slick shining on his shaft in thick, glistening strands.
When the orgasm hit it was violent—her whole body locking, back arching sharp, head thrown back in a raw, animal scream that echoed off the walls.
