And now, after experiencing it for herself, Amy knew there was no escape.
No woman could possibly resist Ross once they had tasted what it was like to be fucked by him.
His cock wasn't just big.
It was perfect.
Thick, long, and devastatingly satisfying.
It stretched her in ways she never imagined, filling her so completely that it felt like it was made just for her. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body, each movement igniting fireworks of pleasure in her core.
Amy had never known pleasure like this.
She had never known that sex could feel so good.
And now that she had tasted it—felt it—she knew she was ruined.
There was no going back.
She needed Ross.
She craved him with every fiber of her being.
She could already feel it—how her body, her very soul, had become addicted to him.
Even if she wanted to resist, she couldn't.
Ross was more than just a lover now.
He was her master.
