"So perfect," Alex breathed, his gaze fixed on where his cock was buried completely inside Jennifer's impossibly tight ass. "You fit me so well."
His hands stroked along her trembling sides with unexpected gentleness, savoring the moment of total possession.
He looked up at Vivienne, her hand still pressed against her daughter's lower back, her face a study in conflicting emotions.
"Are you seeing this, Vivienne?" Alex asked, his voice carrying dark satisfaction. "Your daughter is brave."
He pulled back slowly, deliberately, letting Vivienne watch as inch after inch of his shaft emerged slick and glistening.
Then drove forward.
Jennifer's moan was muffled against Helena's soft thighs.
"Look how perfectly she's taking me," Alex continued, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Every. Single. Inch."
Vivienne's throat worked as she swallowed.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, the words hollow. "She's... she's good."
The admission tasted like defeat.
