Steve groaned as Dina's hand pumped his cock in fast, desperate strokes. She didn't slow—she couldn't. The slick heat of him in her grip only fueled the fire between her legs, the wet throb of her needy pussy demanding more. Her grip tightened instinctively, but it still wasn't enough.
'God.' she thought, biting back a moan. The ache inside her was unbearable.
But still, her hand moved, relentless and hungry.
Steve finally snapped. The pleasure had built too high, too fast.
With a grunt, he pulled free of her grip, flipping her beneath him in one smooth motion.
His hand slid down, found her ass, and grabbed it hard—possessively—like he'd been dying to do since the moment he laid eyes on her.
She gasped, arching into his touch.
Slap!
He slapped her ass—hard. The sound cracked through the air, followed by a greedy squeeze that made her gasp.
