He sees the signs. I’m withdrawn.
My mind, a cacophony of chaos.
It’s building. Overwhelm.
He watches. Calmly. Patiently.
My shoulders lift, chest rising, drawing frantic breath.
Behind me, his hand grips my throat.
Slammed against the counter. Hands grip the edges.
“That’s enough, baby,” he growls, my panties ripped from my skin.
Invasively, his raging cock sinks inside me.
My body spasms, low moans escape my lips.
Unrelentingly, he forces all thoughts from my mind.
“Let it go, angel.”
Explosively, I release, unravelling against him.
His cum pulses. Purging me.
Juices seep down my thighs, my stresses salved.
