I lay back on the bed, legs splayed wide, pussy glistening and inviting. Herick rose, positioning himself between my thighs, his thick shaft aligned with my entrance. He hesitated, eyes seeking permission, and I nodded sharply.
''Do it—fill me up.''
With a groan, he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my folds, stretching me deliciously. Inch by inch, he sank in, the syrup residue making the slide slick and sweet-scented. Fully sheathed, he paused, balls pressed against my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back.
''Move, pet. Fuck me hard—show me your devotion through every thrust.''
He began to pump, hips snapping forward, cock dragging along my walls with each withdrawal and plunge. The bed creaked under us, my breasts bouncing with the force, nipples still sensitive from his earlier attention. I clawed at his shoulders, nails raking red lines, urging him deeper.
