Rose

Victor increases his pace, pushing deeper with each thrust, and I can feel an orgasm just on the edge of my fingertips. His hands tighten around my wrists, and his hips continue to pump against me. His breath is heavy as he groans in pleasure, and I know that he is getting close.

So am I.

I’m shaking as he slams his hips against mine, taking me even deeper and making me gasp for air.

Is this what sex is supposed to feel like? I feel so small and insignificant. Entirely dominated by ...