Dominant stud’s dirty talk stretches your tight pussy

So, you remember that night I told you about, the one where this dominant stud talks dirty like it’s his second language, right? We were just chilling, but the second he started whispering in my ear, his voice this low, gravelly growl, he had me completely wrapped around his finger without even touching me. He guided my hand down, showing me exactly how he liked it, all while murmuring these filthy, possessive things that made my knees feel weak. I was so wound up, feeling every stroke of his palm against my slick heat, and he kept that steady, teasing rhythm going, reading my gasps and moans perfectly, until I was practically begging. When he finally let go, it was this raw, intense wave that crashed over both of us, and I swear I could feel every single pulse of his release, leaving me breathless and grinning like an idiot.