Chapter 41. She’s Getting Stretched By My Man: pt. 4

“Beg for it,” he growled, eyes locked on mine with that predatory glint, but I wasn’t about to fold—I ground down harder on his throbbing cock, my slick folds dragging along his length in slow circles, spanking his thigh sharp and playful , leaving a red handprint blooming on his skin as retaliation. He flipped me sudden onto my back like I weighed nothing, his hands pinning my thighs wide open, hovering over me with his thick cock slapping wet against my swollen clit—smack, smack, smack—the lewd sounds mixing with my gasps as he rubbed the fat head faster now, gliding through my dripping lips, teasing my entrance with shallow dips that had me bucking up desperate but never pushing in, precum mixing with my juices in sticky strings.

His fingers plunged back in brutal—four thick ones stretching my tight pussy to the absolute limit, twisting aggressive and deep with painful curls that scraped my walls raw, making me arch clean off the bed, screaming as waves of pleasure-pain cra