It had fucking ridges. It had a bulge, too, exactly placed so that every hard thrust shoved those ridges directly into my g-spot. By three strokes in, I was already shaking. My poor overwrought body didn't know what to do with itself, but there was no fighting the demand of his cock. I didn't have any other option but to let myself fall into it, the heat spreading through my core like a fire through tinder. It built and built, nothing mattering but the harsh breaths and the ridged cock of the man rutting into me.
