Ross reveled in the tight, wet heat of Gwen's body enveloping him, every thrust drawing him deeper into her.
Her pussy clamped around him, her muscles deliberately squeezing, as if daring him to lose control.
But Ross was no amateur—he thrived on the challenge.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Argggg!"
"Push it deeper, Ross!" Gwen moaned, her voice raw and needy.
"Pound your bitch hard with that big cock!" She was loud and unabashed, her words adding fuel to the fire between them.
Her movements weren't passive; she met his thrusts with fervor, grinding back against him, her body a perfect complement to his relentless rhythm.
If she had tried this with her husband, she thought fleetingly, he would have come undone in seconds.
But Ross was built differently—he was relentless, a man who prided himself on his stamina and his ability to leave his women utterly satisfied.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
