My hands thrashing, I try to seize something, fingers clutching at the bedcovers as though I need to hang onto the world in some erotically driven fear of falling.
Enraptured, I lurch and buck as orgasm runs amok through me...
And as the wash of climax laps away, Ryan standing behind me, there is a rustling and a movement, the sound of tearing foil and a pause...
Then his c**k rams into me, slamming home, banging against my inner walls. Again, I scream, but now it is the howl of satisfaction, of being taken by this man who, barely knowing me, yet understands me so well.
He is rock hard and huge, his shaft stretching me open as he rides me hard. I rock with his rhythm, swinging to meet his movements as his hips collide into mine, our bodies moving together, in the two that is one.
His
