The moonlight filtered through the guest room blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the bed where Mike's large, tan body pressed Ellie into the mattress. His hands, calloused and dominant, gripped her hips like he owned her, pinning her down as his lips crashed against hers with a rough, possessive hunger.
"Mppphhhh... nhhhhh... slurrpppp... Mikeyyyy..." Ellie's breath hitched against his mouth, her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders as she slickly wrapped her hand around his massive, throbbing cock, stroking him with a desperate, rhythmic intensity.
'God, finally...' Ellie thought while enjoying her dominant kiss. 'Stanley's snoring upstairs is the sweetest sound I've ever heard...'
'For a second back there, I thought he was going to ruin everything again...'
'If he hadn't walked in, I would've screamed with pleasure.'
