I groaned, my hips jerking up instinctively, my cock throbbing inside her, my balls aching with the pressure of my release. "Madeline… please…" I begged, my voice raw with need, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
She let out a low, satisfied laugh, her eyes dark with triumph, her pussy gushing around my cock. "Oh, you beg so prettily," she purred, her voice dripping with sin, her juices dripping down my cock. "But I'm not done with you yet…"
She shifted, her body pressing me deeper, her walls clenching around me like a vice, her pussy milking my cock with deliberate, torturous precision. "You're mine to play with, Dexter… And I'm not ready to let you go…"
She began to move again, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy clenching around my cock with each downward stroke, the sensation maddening—her heat, her tightness, the way her walls milked me with every movement, her juices gushing around my cock.
