DOMENICO

Reina rode me with a desperate, almost frantic rhythm that stole my breath. Her hands pressed against my chest, nails digging in as she lifted and sank down onto my cock again and again. Even after everything we’d already done, she was still soaked, her pussy gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I could see the conflict in her eyes—exhaustion mixed with that strange, unrelenting hunger. My hands stayed gentle on her hips, guiding her, cherishing her.

“Fuck, Reina,” I groaned, thrusting up to meet her. “You feel incredible. So tight, so wet for me.”

She whimpered, her head falling back. “Mmm… deeper… please.”

I gave...