Johanna B.
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Damien starts slow, letting his fingers trace the delicate folds before he slides two inside, working her open with an easy rhythm that makes her breath hitch. He curls his fingers against that spot that makes her thighs shake and watches the way she drips down his knuckles, soaking the sheets beneath them. Then he lines himself up, thick and throbbing, pressing the head against her tight entrance before pushing in with one long thrust that buries him to the hilt. She gasps, clenching around him like a vice as he starts to move, hips snapping forward with purpose, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. He doesn't hold back, just drives into her harder each time, reaching down to thumb her clit while he fucks her senseless. She moans his name like a filthy prayer and he answers by gripping her hips tighter, pounding into her until she's shaking apart beneath him.
Damien starts slow, letting his fingers trace the delicate folds before he slides two inside, working her open with an easy rhythm that makes her breath hitch. He curls his fingers against that spot that makes her thighs shake and watches the way she drips down his knuckles, soaking the sheets beneath them. Then he lines himself up, thick and throbbing, pressing the head against her tight entrance before pushing in with one long thrust that buries him to the hilt. She gasps, clenching around him like a vice as he starts to move, hips snapping forward with purpose, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. He doesn't hold back, just drives into her harder each time, reaching down to thumb her clit while he fucks her senseless. She moans his name like a filthy prayer and he answers by gripping her hips tighter, pounding into her until she's shaking apart beneath him.