Chapter 135: The Heated Dressing Room V (R-18)
The dressing room was a world apart, its plush velvet couch creaking beneath us as Sara’s moans filled the air, rapid and desperate.
"Ahh... ahh... yeahh... ahh..." she gasped, her voice breaking with each thrust of my dick into her pussy, her body arching beneath me in missionary position.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper, her thighs trembling against my hips. The bunched-up fabric of her wedding dress was a forgotten tangle around her, her naked skin flushed and hot against mine.
"Argh, fuck! I’m gonna cum... ahh..." I groaned, my voice ragged, my lips smooching the warm curve of her neck as I fucked her harder, chasing the tight coil of pleasure building inside me. Her scent—floral and musky, raw passion—flooded my senses, driving me wild.
"Yes... yes... fill me with your semen... give me... ahh..." Sara moaned, her eyes half-lidded and rolling back, lost in the edge of her climax.
Her full breasts, soft and jiggling, rubbed against my chest with every thrust, her body trembling as she climbed toward her own release.
"Ezra... don’t stop..." she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting.
I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to.
"Arghh... fuck!" I growled, thrusting one last time, burying my dick deep inside her as the orgasm crashed over me like a storm. My body shuddered, my muscles tensing as I poured my cum into her, thick and hot, filling her up as she’d begged.