The sensation was absolutely extreme, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath him, each movement pulling him deeper into the throes of their passionate connection.
Finally, he arrived at Imari's honey pot, where her delicate pink lips glistened with need.
They were flushed with desire, begging for attention, and yet their fragile form seemed to cry out for something more—something powerful that would break through her defenses and claim her completely.
Ross could feel her yearning, a primal call that resonated deep within him, urging him to fulfill her every desire.
He paused for a moment, savoring the sight of her, the way her body quivered with anticipation.
"You're beautiful, Imari," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and admiration.
"And I'm going to make you feel incredible." The promise hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire and the electric tension that pulsed between them.
