| ANDRE’S POV |

My words slipped out in a ragged whisper. “Yes… God, yes, Mrs. Lisa—it’s so tight. I… love your pussy so fucking much.”

But those words were an understatement. She was hot, her pussy wet and impossibly soft, yet so tight it stole the breath from my lungs. Her pussy walls gripped my cock, pulling me deeper, and a guttural groan ripped free from my throat.

“Ugghhhhh!”

A slow, wicked smile curved across Mrs. Lisa’s lips. “Good. Now fuck me, Andre. Don’t ...