Page 31 of My Bratva Dom

She’s close, her muscles tightening, her body clenching like a fist.

“Come for me, baby,” I snarl. “Come on my fingers, let me feel it.”

Her breath stutters, then she breaks. Beautifully.

Her whole body locks, lips parted in soundless cries as she shatters against my hand.

“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing her spine. “That’s it… give it to me.”

She slumps forward, loose and wrecked, her body still trembling under my hands.

I bite her shoulder. Marking her like an animal.

“Now it’s my turn,” I growl.

I grab her hips, drag her back, and push the thick head of my cock inside her cunt with one hard thrust.

She gasps, her back arching, her fingers scrambling for the sheets.

“Oh My God! Too much! Too big…”

“Hold still,” I snap, curling an arm around her waist. “Not gonna stop until you’re dripping with my cum.”

I thrust deep, grinding my hips against her ass, filling her over and over until she’s moaning brokenly into the pillows. I keep fucking my cum into her slopping pussy. Pushing as deep as I can.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “Gonna fill you up, keep you so fucking full you can’t think straight.”

Her breath catches. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… more…”

I push her further into the mattress, her back bowing, her body wide open under me.

“That’s my girl,” I rasp, pumping harder. “So good for me… so fucking sweet…” Driven wild by the wet sounds of our skins slapping, my jizz and her juices sloshing in and out of her.

Her muscles tighten, her breath turning ragged.

“You’re gonna take my cum,” I snarl. “Gonna keep it inside you all day, dripping down your thighs so you know who you belong to.”

“Yes…” Her voice breaks. “Yes… yes…”

I lose it, grinding deep as I keep spilling inside Tina, pumping her so fucking full… until she’s shaking under me.

I collapse over her, breathless, sweaty, spent, my mouth pressed to her shoulder.

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She’s wrecked.

Laid out onmybed, face down, with her limbs slack, her hair tangled, her voluptuous body trembling under the sheen of sweat clinging to her skin. Her breath stutters in soft, broken little sounds escaping her kiss-swollen lips like she can’t remember how to properly pull in air.

And I’m still hard and starving for her.

My fat cock throbs against the tight press of my pants, aching from holding back. I should let her rest, give her time to recover after what I just did to her.

But I can’t.

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