IRIS

He adjusts his grip, one arm around my waist, the other slipping under my thigh to hold me open. Then he bounces me, slow at first, grinding upward with each movement, forcing his cock deeper, higher, until I scream.

He is hitting places I didn’t know existed, places that make my vision blur and my body jerk in his hold like a live wire.

“Oh my God…fuck!”

“Yeah,” he groans, lips brushing the side of my neck. “You feel that? That’s me in your guts, baby.”

I moan, completely undone, my hands flying behind my head to grip his neck, to anchor myself. But there is no saving me....