109 Trouble

His unruly, damp hair formed a messy halo around his face and shoulders, with strands clinging to his forehead and neck. His brows furrowed tightly together, and his jaw clenched and released in rhythm with his powerful thrusts.

The pressure inside her continued to build, spreading from her core down her legs and throughout her body. Despite knowing what was about to happen, the sensation hit her like a freight train.

"Remo - oh god, I'm cl- oh jesus fucking christ," she gasped out the words, her voice trembling and on the brink of tears, overwhelmed by the relentless assault of pleasure on her body.

"Go on,babe, show me how you feel - fuck, cum, baby."

She had no say in the matter; she was going to come whether she liked it or not.

And she did. Intensely.