I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed into his lap, feeling his hard dick straining against his jeans. I started grinding against him, my hand pressing down right on his cock through the denim, and the little gasp he let out? Iconic.
I finally undid his pants, freeing his dick, and sank down onto him so slowly, inch by inch. OMG, the way he filled me up... I was shaking. We moved together in this deep, professional rhythm, no rushing, just pure connection. He kept whispering, "You feel so good, Kayra," and I was moaning like, "Don't stop, please." It was the most intense, intimate sex of my life. When I finally came, it was a whole-body wave that left me totally spent, collapsed on his chest. Sheesh. Maybe being warm isn't so bad.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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