WHO FUCKS YOU

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. He lines his very erect cock with my pussy, while fisting it angrily, before he thrusts inside me. Slowly. “Fuck.” He groans the second his cock makes contact with my wet walls. “You feel so good.” He murmurs against my neck, as he fills another inch inside me. “Oh, Lucien.” I moan against his neck, watching as inches of his cock disappear inside me, until he’s buried to the hilt. His thick cock inside me makes me feel so full, that I groan against him. The sight of him inside me looks so perfect, so erotic, so dirty, it adds another layer of wetness inside my pussy. My inner things are even slicker, and shiny with his thickness. He moves inside me, groaning with each thrust, pulling back so we watch him fuck me. Our eyes are on his cock moving in and out of me, as his wet cock goes in, and comes out even wetter, before repeating the process until my wetness pools on the countertop. The sound of him going in and out of me fills the silent bathroom, mixed with th