A spark of satisfaction ran through him. He was the one in control. The one driving them to the brink of madness.
He rolled his hips, setting a slow, teasing rhythm, his movements deliberate, making them beg for more.
Ava let out a soft cry, her fingers twisting into the sheets, while Fay trembled beneath his touch, completely undone by his skill.
The pleasure built between them, thick and overwhelming, a perfect storm of passion and desire.
Riley smirked. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
Riley's thrusts were deep, powerful, and unrelenting, growing even harder as Ava moaned freely beneath him.
"Ahhh… ohhh… ughhh…" she gasped, her voice trembling with raw pleasure.
Every sound she made only spurred him on, driving his hunger to new heights.
He gripped her waist firmly, pulling her back onto him with every thrust, savoring the way her body responded to him so eagerly. The warmth, the wetness, the way she trembled—it was intoxicating.
