The friction was maddening, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she rocked against me, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Feel that?" she taunted, her voice a dark, possessive purr. "Feel how wet I am for you? How desperate I am to have this fat cock inside me?"
I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass. "Yuko—"
"Shut up," she snapped, her voice sharp with command. "You don't get to talk. You don't get to think. You're mine right now, Jack. And I'm going to ride this cock until you forget your own name."
Then, suddenly, she stopped grinding.
Her fingers hooked into the fabric of her panties, dragging them aside to reveal her pussy—glistening, swollen, covered in a thick, dark thatch of pubic hair she'd never bothered to shave.
