As the man gently guided his shaft towards my tightly puckered hole, I moaned in anticipation. My wetness dripped down my thighs, begging for his cock. The feel of his warm flesh against my entrance sent shivers of delight through my body. With a slow, teasing thrust, he eased himself inside me, filling me up inch by delicious inch. I arched my back and threw my head back in ecstasy as he reached my prostate, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. "Fuck!" I groaned, needing more of him. He began a slow, deep rhythm, each stroke taking him deeper into my body. I felt so full, but I craved every inch of him. "Yes, take me," I panted, meeting his eyes with a hungry stare. This was what I wanted, needed—his cock buried deep inside me, claiming me as his own.
