Ross held her steady, guiding her gently.
"Always," he murmured, but the moment she took him in, both of them moaned in unison.
Amanda's head fell back, her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Ohhh… Ross…" she cried out. "You're so big…"
Ross's cock stretched her to the limit, filling her completely, and yet her body welcomed the pressure, the burn, the deep pleasure that followed.
He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his hands roaming as she slowly rocked her hips.
"I love your tight pussy," he whispered, voice rough with restraint. "It's gripping my cock do hard and good."
She whimpered, moving faster, chasing that electric high.
Every movement sent sparks flying through her, and Ross matched her rhythm, lifting his hips to meet hers with each thrust.
The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together—gasps, moans, the soft creak of the bed beneath them.
