"Give the man back his gun, Brandon," Ross said, his voice steady and calm, yet carrying an air of undeniable authority.
He spoke just moments after his body shuddered with the final release of the night, spilling deep inside Maya's trembling pussy one last time.
By now, Ross had probably emptied more than a gallon of cum into her, marking her thoroughly after a night of relentless passion. Satisfaction radiated from him as he looked down at Maya's sleeping form.
Her body lay sprawled across the bed, her face serene, her breathing slow and even—a woman utterly spent, yet completely fulfilled.
Ross allowed himself a small, triumphant smile. This beautiful, once-proud woman now belonged to him, body and soul.
She had given herself over completely, and Ross knew that from this moment on, there would be no turning back for her.
