Maisie
A noise of satisfaction rumbled echoed in his chest and he bent me forward over the sink. My breasts pressed against the cold marble, nipples tightening further.
My ass pushed back toward him, and I watched his reflection as he braced against the counter, his fingers a few inches away from mine, and I watched my eyes cross as everything blurred and he was thrusting into me with strokes that started out slow and languid, then became uncontrollable every time I clamped tight around him.
The counter cracked, but held as I gripped tightly, rocking back and slamming back down, groaning as he grew in length and girth, curving, hitting a spot that made me forget my own name.
