FIXING THE SINK OR MY PUSSY? (III, End)

Chapter 3 Then he slid back inside me with a groan, his cock filling me again from behind. “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, even after that,” he said, his hands gripping my ass as he fucked me from behind, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The new angle hit even deeper, his cock dragging along my sensitive walls, and I moaned, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with a slap of skin on skin. My tits pressed against the cold counter, my nipples aching as they rubbed against the surface, sending jolts through me. I could feel his balls swinging, hitting my clit with each pound, the sensation building another orgasm fast. “Dante, don’t stop!” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy so hot it felt like it was burning, walls fluttering around him. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing it roughly, slick with our mixed fluids, and I screamed, my body shaking as I came again, harder this time.