"Please, don't stop," Iris gasped, her voice barely a whisper but laced with desperation and urgency. Her body moved instinctively, seeking more of him, craving the connection they were forging in this intimate moment.
Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, igniting every nerve ending, as if his cock were a lightning rod drawing forth her deepest desires.
Ross watched her closely, the way her body responded to him, the way her eyes fluttered and her mouth opened in silent moans of pleasure.
It was intoxicating, a dance of domination and submission that thrilled him down to the root of his cock.
He reveled in the sight of her, a once-innocent woman transformed into a creature of pure lust beneath him.
The powerful connection between them deepened with every thrust, and he was determined to take her higher and higher, guiding her through the tumult of pleasure until they reached an exhilarating peak together.
