The comfort of his embrace was overwhelming, and his breathing steadied, a gentle rhythm that filled the room. He looked incredible, so effortlessly handsome that it made my stomach flip. It was overwhelming, his length reaching deep, exploring places that left me breathless and dazed. But he wasn’t going anywhere. As his fingers traced down, teasing just above the edge of my panties, I could barely breathe, every nerve alive and buzzing. His groans of satisfaction grew, rough and guttural, as he moved with a deliberate, possessive rhythm. The warmth of his release sent me spiraling into my own climax, a tidal wave of sensation washing over us both, binding us together in that moment of sheer ecstasy. She opened up about her life, her husband, the expectations, the pressures. I was so wet, so ready, but his thickness stretched me, inch by inch, and I couldn’t believe how big he felt. His palm rested possessively on my ass, and I could feel his thumb gently pulling my cheeks apart, exposing me even further. Before I could
