My hands are shaking, but here I am anyway. Face down. Ass up. Slap. Slap. Slap. Skin on skin, sharp and wet. My moans sink into the blanket bunched beneath my face, fabric twisted between my fists. His fingers dig into my waist, possessive and rough. His cock drags out slowly, base to tip, leaving this raw tingling ache that his next thrust obliterates. My pussy clenches around the intrusion, stretching, accommodating. H...