Unbetitelt

That pause as you feel his throbbing pulse your inner walls as his grip still very evident. It’s the calm before the storm. The pleasure of knowing his grip is about to become manhandling. His grip firm and stout as he holds your hips without give as he thrusts hard and deep. Your body without give making you take his cock without give.

No matter how hard his cock slams inside you, how loud the sloshing sounds your pussy makes, his grip isn’t forgotten, as it is felt, because he intends your hips to be what reminds you as you look in the mirror.

His strength completely taking over as he takes a step back. What feels as little effort as he manhandles her by fucking her back on his cock. There it is again, that grip evident AF as his fingertips and thumbs grip your weight as he slams you back and forth on his cock.

Through his groaning, his grunts, your crying out moans and the pleasure of the pain of his cock, his fingertips are the focus. The pressure, his guiding of unraveling you.