His hands guided me, his grip firm, his words filthy and relentless. Sam’s hands gripped my butt cheeks, spreading them apart, his grip firm, almost bruising. XXX Hot The building tension inside me snapped, and I screamed, unable to hold back. The tightness, the stretch, the way their bodies collide with mine — it’s too much, too intense. Please don’t stop. The sounds of my surrender filled the room — the slickness of my mouth, the wetness of my lips as they glide against him. Shame and exhilaration warred inside me, my heart pounding with the weight of it. I felt one of his hands leave my hip for a moment and land with a loud crack on my ass. Either way, something about having him here set me at ease.
