Ross didn't care about consequences; Ashley would only get pregnant if he allowed it.
Every release, every creampie, was under his control, and he took full advantage, filling her completely again and again.
Ashley gasped, moaned, and arched against him as his cock pulsed inside her, each spurt driving her closer to another climax even as she still shivered from the previous one.
The bed quickly became a slick, glistening mess of their combined love juices, soaked through the sheets, their intertwined bodies slick and sticky from their passion.
Ross didn't stop; he continued to move, grinding and pressing into her, each motion forcing them to ride the edge of ecstasy over and over.
Ashley could barely breathe, her body trembling from exhaustion and the relentless pleasure he was giving her, yet she craved more—needed more—every nerve screaming for the raw, consuming connection between them.
