Ezra

“Oh y-yes…yessss…god, baby…” Wren moans, head thrown back as she bounces up and down on my very hard cock.

One hand on her waist and the other on the bed, I meet her thrust for thrust. I wrap her hair around my wrists and tug slightly.

She whimpers. “Ezraaaa..”

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Thrust. “I’m.” Thrust. “Right.” Thrust. “Here.”

A shiver works through her body, her hips rolling and grinding down on me.

God, she’s so warm, so wet.

The slick ...