They were battered, soaked, and torn at the crotch, but he couldn’t let them go. She stepped closer, her wiry arms flexing weakly, her brown eyes locked on him–his power, his sweat.

“Save it,” he snapped, his voice hard and dominant, dropping the kettlebell with a thud. Control.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling that power,” he said, his voice dropping in her register as he caught her hands, guiding them to his waist. Her slim hips thrust,Fuck The Pussy wiry arms clutching his shoulders, groans ragged– “Fuck–oh fuck!”–cock twitching, emptying in his grip.