Ross moved closer, his hand trailing down the length of her body, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his fingers.
His touch was possessive, almost reverent, as if he were claiming a prize he had long sought after. Iris flinched but held herself still, refusing to let him see the disgust that welled up within her.
Ross's laughter quieted, replaced by the heavy sound of his breathing.
"Come closer, Iris," Ross murmured, sinking back into the plush bed, arranging himself for the inevitable.
His legs spread wide, showcasing the substantial cock nestled between them, a powerful and undeniable symbol of the encounter unfolding.
The sheer size and undeniable presence of the member spoke volumes, a stark and undeniable declaration of the night's purpose.
Iris hesitated for a brief second, her heart pounding in her chest, but she obeyed. She had no choice.
