The Reign of Lust

Riley spreads for Isiah like she was built to take him. Thick and heavy, he pushes all the way in until nothing's left outside. She watches herself get split open. Slow, obscene, and filthy as he drags back out only to bury himself again. Sweat mixes with the wet sound of her taking him over and over. Her hands clutch at the sheets. His grip marks her thighs. Every thrust is a claim. Riley groans through clenched teeth. More. Harder. She angles her hips to swallow every inch, greedy and shameless. Isiah doesn't slow. He drives in deep enough to make her shake, deep enough to make her remember exactly who filled her.