Jane moved like a woman possessed—completely overtaken by desire.
Her body rolled and arched, her breasts swaying with every bounce, her hands planted firmly on Ross's chest for balance.
His cock hit her just right—deep, thick, stretching her to her limit and dragging along every sensitive nerve inside her.
Her mind went blank, her thoughts melted into a single, all-consuming sensation: him.
There was nothing else.
Nothing mattered but how he filled her, how he touched her, how he looked up at her like she was the most intoxicating sight in the world.
Jane couldn't remember why she'd come here anymore.
Whatever purpose had brought her to Ross had been devoured by lust and sensation.
All that remained now was the need—the urgent, aching need to come again and again.
And Ross made sure she did.
"Ahhh—ahhh—Ross!" she cried out, her voice high and broken as she neared the edge again.
Her thighs burned, her cunt tightened, and her movements became erratic, frantic.
