Ethan Landry

your shoulders quake with the effort of your next overstimulated sob, head falling slack and abdomen tightening. however, the words that are to come next quickly simmer off the tip of your tongue when he captures it between warm lips. he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, his own curling up in a satirical grin. "there we go, baby, there we go," he purls when he releases it.

another orgasm shudders its way through your torso and your legs tense up, back careening off the mattress as broken gasps come tumbling out from wet lips. fingers press impishly at the perspirant divots of his abdomen. "please, gentle, i need gentle, ethan, i - please."

his head drops, wet curls dropping in front of his line of sight and he laughs. he drops his weight onto his elbows, curling his forearms around the bend of your back so he can keep you tethered while his hips snap in a staccato rhythm. "no chance in hell, princess. you can take it. haven't even filled you up yet, can't stop until you have cum dripping down your leg, you know that. haven't fucked you that stupid already, have i?"