She falls asleep in his strong arms. Drifting off into a beautiful slumber feeling the steady rhythm of his calm heartbeat, smiling as she remembers back to the filthy and debauched things he did to her. The burn of the body ache where he manhandled her and placed his own unique ownership marks.
She wakes up the following morning, her body tangled and entwined in his, bed hair all tussled, mussed and disorderly. Snuggling back against him as she takes in the morning dawn, feeling his hardness grow against her as his body responds to the feel of what he owns in her.
She feels his cock engorge and her cunt comes to life, knowing that he won’t be gentle. Won’t be kind. Knowing that he will take her and penetrate her. His thick cock entering her, stretching her beyond capacity, taking her breath away with each thrust...
