“Is this what you needed?” I grit out, enunciating my words with a sharp thrust. “You needed me to fuck this sweet little pussy, didn’t you?”
“Ungg, yes!” she pants, nodding her head like a bobblehead.
“Is this what you fantasized about every time you touched your pussy, wishing it was me?”
Another garbled ‘yes’ comes from her throat. “But it feels so much better,” she gasps.
“You feel so fucking perfect, baby,” I groan.”
―
H.D. Carlton,
Shallow River