Then her nails dug like deadly daggers, scratching.
This was hotter than our first night together.
We knew each other’s bodies this time.
Where to touch, how to move, and most importantly… we knew how the other felt.
Madison was a warm sheath.
Pulling and pulsing, wanting to take mymaster in bedstatus and turn it into aseven-pump dumploser.
I gritted my teeth and thrust harder.
Faster.
Madison’s hips raced along with me.
We were fucking perfect.
At least in this setting.
Any other setting or situation in life…
It could not and would not ever work.