Chest pressed tight to his back, I lock my arms around him, trapping his wrists behind. No escape, I thrust up deep, owning every inch, his body jolting against mine with each powerful slam. He’s completely controlled, bred raw.
My boy’s half my size—I flip him on top, straddle me easy, no strain. Hands on his hips, I push up hard, sinking balls-deep into that tight heat. He gasps, trembling as I thrust upward relentless—small frame bouncing, owned completely. 😈