Eh Sinna Type
He grabbed my neck and pulled me against him, holding me still.
Slipping a hand beneath my skirt, he removed my thong in one motion and lifted me onto the island.
His touch teased against my wetness before he turned me sideways, placing my leg over his shoulder and kissing along my skin.
He thrust into me slowly at first, my moans impossible to hold back.
His pace quickened, each movement harder than the last as he gripped my waist and cupped my breast.
When I tried to pull away, he yanked me back against him.
"When mi chat to yuh, nuh walk out," he groaned between thrusts.
The kitchen filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, driving us both further.
He finally pulled me around, pinning me against the counter....
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