Each thrust sent her spiraling into a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding eagerly despite the lingering soreness.
Imari's mind raced as she surrendered to the moment, the sensation of him filling her igniting a fire within her that she thought had been extinguished.
The night was still young, and the two lovers had a thousand sexual positions to explore, each more exhilarating than the last. Every time Imari thought she might be overwhelmed, Ross seemed to sense it, adjusting his pace just enough to keep her on the precipice of ecstasy.
He was a master at this, and with each thrust, he brought her closer to a place she had never imagined possible.
"That's it, Imari," Ross urged, his voice low and sultry, filled with confidence as he looked deep into her eyes. "Trust me. We're just getting started."
