"I'm going to turn you into my little slut, Lana," I growled, the words vibrating between us.
I drove my cock home in one long, relentless push, feeling her inner walls stretch and groan to accommodate every grueling inch. The heat inside her was staggering—a tight, wet velvet that seemed to wrap around me like it was trying to fuse our bodies together.
Lana's head snapped back against the marble, her eyes rolling into her skull as a shattered gasp escaped her lips. "Oh god... Druski... you're stretching me... you're so much more than Michael could ever be!" She reached up, her nails digging into my forearms as she fought to stay grounded. "You're making me feel like a brand-new girl... fuck... you're so thick!"
I reached down, hooked her right leg, and hoisted it high over my shoulder, exposing her completely to the camera's unblinking lens. I began a slow, punishing rhythm—deep, deliberate strokes that bottomed out with a heavy thud against her pelvic bone.
