He pins you against the wall, his body pressing into yours. His leg slides between yours, spreading them wider. His breath is hot against your ear.
Then he whispers:
“Be a good girl. Don’t you dare close those pretty legs.”
“Look at you… already so wet and dripping for me.”
“I can feel you against my cock—so needy.”
His moans hits against your neck, deep and rough, making you shiver.
The tip is right there—so close, you can feel his warmth. He pauses, eyes locked on yours, teasing, waiting.
Then he smirks .
“You want it, don’t you? Say it.”
“Not yet. I want to hear you beg first.”
“Breathe, baby. You’re about to take all of me.”
Then he whispers:
“Be a good girl. Don’t you dare close those pretty legs.”
“Look at you… already so wet and dripping for me.”
“I can feel you against my cock—so needy.”
His moans hits against your neck, deep and rough, making you shiver.
The tip is right there—so close, you can feel his warmth. He pauses, eyes locked on yours, teasing, waiting.
Then he smirks .
“You want it, don’t you? Say it.”
“Not yet. I want to hear you beg first.”
“Breathe, baby. You’re about to take all of me.”
