Nina was panting, her pussy leaking more than ever, her body begging—pleading—for him.
Ross leaned up, his lips brushing her ear as he growled, "You feel that, Nina? You feel how wet you are? That's your body begging me to ruin you."
Nina shivered violently at his words, her pussy clenching around nothing.
She knew he was right. She was beyond ready.
Her panties were the only thing left in the way.
And Ross fixed that soon enough.
With a single rough motion, his powerful hands seized Nina's thin panties and ripped them in two as if they were nothing more than fragile tissue.
The scraps of fabric fluttered to the side, discarded and forgotten.
Now she was bare—wet, throbbing, and trembling under his control.
Ross shifted her easily, lifting her hips with his steady grip.
He guided her until her slick, swollen pussy hovered directly above the fat crown of his cock.
