Fear Of Godson

Ray watches Sherry wipe her cheeks, eyes red and raw. Ethan steps in closer, his hands sliding up her arms like he owns the heat that comes off her skin. She’s trembling, barely holding it together. His fingers grip her waist. He pulls her in. No hesitation, no second thought. Her mouth is open before he even leans in, and he kisses her hard, tongue pushing past her soft lips. Her tits strain against her thin shirt, nipples tight under fabric. Ethan cups one, squeezes, and she arches into him. They’re both on the couch within seconds, her legs spreading as he shoves her skirt up and his hand finds her soaking cunt. No panties. She’s wet like she’s been waiting, soaked and warm, dripping over his knuckles. He drags his fingers through her folds, circles her clit slow and mean. Sherry gasps. Ethan’s cock pushes thick against her thigh, hard, heavy, unmistakable. He doesn’t bother taking off the rest. Just unzips, frees himself, and buries it deep in one long thrust. She takes every inch like she needs it, groaning loud, hips rolling up to meet him. Every stroke is deep and ugly, his grip leaving marks on her hips. Her tits bounce with each movement, and he leans in to suck and bite at her neck. Ray was right. Ethan was always in the right place at the right time. Sherry comes hard on his cock, legs shaking, slick and loud, and Ethan keeps fucking her straight through it, not stopping until he fills her up, pumping every drop deep inside her trembling body.