Michelle In The Attic

Michelle had always loved her toys, but that cock staring at her now? Whole different game. Francesco caught the way her eyes flicked down, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Maybe she deserved a real one tonight. A slow push inside, thick, steady, stretching everything those toys couldn’t reach. He pressed the head against her entrance, felt the shiver race through her, and rocked his hips—just enough to let her know she was about to get properly filled. No batteries, no pauses. Just him, sliding in inch by inch while her breath hitched like it had a mind of its own.