Ross' thumb brushed over her sensitive entrance, pushing some of the leaking cum back inside, making her whimper and instinctively push back against his touch.
"Good girl," he rumbled, voice rough with renewed lust.
"Look at this perfect fucking ass. Been dreaming about ruining it from behind since the moment I saw you."
Sabrina's breath hitched, fresh arousal flooding her core at his filthy words.
She felt exposed, vulnerable, utterly owned—and god, she loved it.
Her hips wiggled without permission, presenting herself like a needy little animal in heat.
Ross didn't make her wait long.
He shifted closer on his knees, both hands now gripping her hips to tilt her ass higher.
The blunt, swollen head of his 15-inch monster nudged against her dripping slit, sliding through the messy mix of cum and her own slickness until it caught at her entrance.
