She arched off the bed, a bow drawn taut for a war I was just beginning to wage. The motion was violent, beautiful, a testament to the desperate need thrumming through her entire body.
"Haaahh..."
Her moan was not a sound but a force, pouring straight into my mouth—raw, broken, and so hungry it vibrated against my tongue, a tremor I felt deep in my own bones. I swallowed it whole, swallowing the sound, the need, the very essence of her surrender.
I kissed her deeper, harder, my mouth claiming hers with a bruising intensity. This was no longer a kiss; it was a promise, a threat. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, a deliberate, rhythmic invasion that showed her exactly how I was about to fuck her cunt. The message was clear: you are mine to take.
