STRAIGHT SUSHIMAN FETISH - PART 2

I was still lying there, breathing heavily, when I felt him move again behind me. His cock, still hard, brushed against my ass, as if he hadn't had enough. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that hungry look in his eyes. He didn't want to stop—and neither did I. "Turn over on all fours," he ordered, his voice thick. I obeyed, sticking my ass out, my dress still hiked up and my lacy panties nearly ripping. I felt his heavy hand slapping me, making my skin burn, while his other hand held my waist firmly. When he entered me again, this time from behind, I let out a moan so loud it echoed through the room. He thrust hard, without mercy, each thrust taking my breath away. I moaned, bucked, my whole body screaming for more. The sound of our bodies colliding, the mingled moans, the heavy breathing… it all made me even more surrendered. "Shake it for me, my little slut…" he whispered, pulling my hair and making me arch my back. I obeyed, bucking up more, grinding slowly just to tease, and he moaned loudly, pounding into me even harder. The whole room smelled of sex, sweat dripped down my body, and I loved every second of that surrender. When he pulled me back, laid me on my back, and spread my legs forcefully, I realized he wanted to use every last drop of energy in me. His rough manner, his hungry gaze, and the intense pleasure made his fantasy—and mine—even more addictive. I knew, deep down, that this wouldn't be our last encounter.

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