Chapter 6 – Riding the Wrong Man July’s thighs trembled as she sat impaled on him, her slick walls gripping him tight, her breath ragged in the dark room. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this full, this stretched. Her pussy throbbed around him, spasming with every tiny shift of her hips. “God, you’re so huge tonight,” she whispered, almost to herself, her blonde hair falling around her flushed face. “I can...