Submissive phone sex, I never thought I’d let anyone handle me like that. One second I was standing there in my tight little dress, blonde hair falling over my shoulders, and the next his hand was in my hair and his other palm was pressing hard between my shoulder blades. He bent me over the edge of the bed like I weighed nothing. My dress got shoved up around my waist. My thong was yanked down to my thighs. The cool air hit my bare ass and I shivered. I stayed. Face down in the sheets, ass high, legs slightly open. I felt him line up behind me and then he drove in hard one long, deep thrust that stole my breath. I cried out into the mattress as he filled me completely. No gentle start. Just raw, relentless pounding. His hands locked on my hips and he fucked me hard, the wet slap of his body against mine filling the room. Every thrust shoved me further onto the bed. My blonde hair spilled across my face. I couldn’t move, couldn’t push back properly, and somehow that made it hotter. When his fingers slid under me and started rubbing my clit, my moans turned sharp and broken. He kept me bent and claimed until my legs shook. I came hard, clenching around him with a helpless cry. He didn’t stop. He used me through it, driving deep until he buried himself inside me and flooded me with heat. I felt it spill down my thighs as I stayed exactly where he left me ass up, thoroughly taken!




