Asta Corvette

The world around them seemed to stand still as jacobo600 finally let loose, emptying himself completely inside her. Time lost its meaning as waves upon waves of bliss crashed over Erica's exhausted form, leaving her breathless and speechless. When eventually jacobo600 released her from his iron grip, she collapsed heavily against his chest, basking in the warmth emanating from their shared orgasm. Tears threatened to spill forth from her eyes as jacobo600's words penetrated (pardon the pun) deep into her shattered heart. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not with someone like him - dominant, confident, and seemingly out of reach for someone like her – damaged goods, broken beyond repair. Yet here they were, post-coital haze clouding her judgment, making everything feel possible, even… gasp …real. Slowly, hesitantly, Erica raised her head to meet jacobo600's gaze. There was no mockery, no disdain, only genuine curiosity and maybe… hope?

With a sigh of surrender, Erica wrapped her slim legs around your waist, trusting you completely to guide her toward whatever forbidden pleasure lay ahead.