"Let's continue," Ross whispered, a low, commanding growl in his voice.
He moved with a precision that bordered on cruel, but his hands and hips guided her perfectly.
For hours, he pushed her past every imaginable limit, exploring her body with skill, taking her through every position, every impossible angle, and she responded with screams, whimpers, and gasps that filled the room.
Her back arched, her hips lifted, her thighs quivered as she rode wave after wave of orgasm, each one hotter, stronger, more overwhelming than the last.
Time lost all meaning.
The night stretched endlessly before them, a blur of heat, wet skin, and the intoxicating scent of desire.
Ross's hands gripped her hips, thighs, and breasts with perfect control, forcing her to move exactly as he wanted, and Karen's body obeyed without hesitation.
Each thrust made her pink, tight pussy clamp down on him, milking him, driving him deeper, as though her body had an unending reservoir of pleasure.
