Fuck yes. Fuck. No more holding back. I fucked him. God, did I fuck him. I’d never chased someone else’s heat as exuberantly as I did then, thrusting forward in a relentless grind that had Baxter whimpering and whining, his sweet brow scrunched. It felt so fucking good I couldn’t hold back. He squeezed around me, slutty as ever as my movements grew more brutal and my thighs flexed with the need to get deeper, fuck harder, breed his sweet little hole with my cum.
