Ross noticed.
He always noticed.
Leaning in, he whispered against her ear, his voice like silk.
"If it was just an accident, Sandra… why are you clenching around me so much?"
Her breath caught in her throat.
She had no answer.
And worse… she didn't want to give one.
"Got you," Ross murmured, his voice thick with possession.
His grip on Sandra's hips tightened, his fingers sinking into her flesh as if claiming her for himself.
His breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"You're mine now, Sandra," he continued, his tone dark and unwavering.
"You can't live without my cock in your pussy anymore."
Then, without hesitation, he moved.
Ross began fucking her in earnest—no more teasing, no more hesitation.
He drove himself into her with deep, punishing strokes, stretching her to the brink of madness.
