A devilish smile played on my lips, dark and ravenous, as I gazed down at her, drinking in her submission. My body throbbed with the savage urge to own her, every fiber of my being taut with lust. "As you wish, my little fucktoy," I purred, my voice a low, velvety rumble that dripped with sin.
I began to move, each thrust a slow, deliberate invasion, a lascivious declaration of ownership. My hips ground against her, each circle a lewd, tantalizing dance, the room echoing with the filthy, wet sounds of our coupling.
Olivia squirmed beneath me, her body a landscape of quivering need and cresting rapture. Lewd moans and breathy squeals spilled from her lips, each one a testament to her debasement.
Her inner walls sucked me in, her pleasure drenching my cock in liquid heat. She came undone around me, each orgasm a wave of decadent indulgence that left her gasping and shivering, yet still begging for more.
