Lydia's hips rolled with desperate hunger, her slick walls clenching greedily around every thick inch of my cock. Each downward stroke sent her heavy breasts bouncing, the soft flesh rippling in a hypnotic rhythm as she chased the pleasure she had been denied for far too long.
"Ahh! Young Master… haa… it's so deep…" she moaned, her voice husky and broken. Her hands pressed against my chest for balance while she ground her clit against my pelvis with every roll, coating my shaft in fresh waves of creamy arousal. "I've been so empty without you… my pussy aches every night thinking about this monster cock stretching me open again."
I gripped her plump ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I guided her movements, thrusting up to meet her. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her shameless whimpers. "That's it, Lydia. Ride me like the needy little slut you are. Show me how badly you missed your young master's cock."
