Let hank fuck you
From Create Your Own Story
Hank's broad hands grip your waist as you arch your back over the bed, his thick cock nudging against your tight hole. You gasp as the swollen head teases your entrance, slick with anticipation.
With a possessive squeeze of your hips, he pushes inside—slow, deliberate—stretching you deliciously as his shaft fills you inch by inch. A deep moan escapes your lips when slides in, his heavy balls pressed against you. "That's it, take all of me," he growls, pulling back before driving in again with a rolling thrust that makes your toes curl.
"Fuck yes," you whimper, clutching the sheets as he sets a steady, deep rhythm. His belly presses against your ass with each motion, the heat of his body surrounding you. Glancing back, you catch him licking his lips, watching his cock disappear into you again and again.
The pace quickens—harder, faster—his dominant grip keeping you pinned as the bed creaks beneath you. "Mmm, that's my good boy," he praises, the slap of skin growing louder with every punishing thrust. Your cock leaks helplessly against the sheets, precum smearing beneath you as he pounds your prostate.
One hand slides up your back to grip your shoulder while the other wraps around your aching length, stroking in time with his thrusts. Pleasure surges white-hot—your vision blurs, lips bitten raw as you teeter on the edge.
The bed shudders violently now, Hank's powerful frame driving into you with primal need. A sharp smack lands on your ass, the sting only heightening the dizzying pleasure. "Gonna fill you up," he grunts, hips stuttering as his cock pulses deep inside.
You scream when you come, ropes of cum painting the sheets just as his hot release floods your clenching hole. Hank collapses over you with a groan, his softening cock slipping out as his spend drips from your well-used ass.
"Damn, Jake," he rumbles, patting your sweat-slicked back
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