Eva

Lorenzo's arm wrapped around my waist like a vice, his hot breath caressing my damp neck as he drove his cock in and out of me from behind. I moaned, the pleasure bordering on pain, and my body instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding me firmly in place.

"Please, Lorenzo," I whimpered, my voice thick with desire. The bedsheets tangled around our entwined bodies, slipping down as his movements grew more fervent.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he thrust faster and deeper, his body pressing against mine as if trying to merge with me. My legs trembled, my core clenching around him,...