Hannah puffed up, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and vulnerability, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. "I am not yours," she said, her voice filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty, her body pressing against mine, seeking more, her eyes dark with desire, her body trembling with need.
I moved forward, my body pressing against hers, letting her fall back onto the bed with her back to the mattress. My voice was filled with a quiet intensity, a hunger that I could no longer deny. "You and your mother both are mine," I said, my body pressing against hers, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her body.
My cock pressed against her, hard and demanding, as I explored her body with my hands, feeling the softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin.
