LUCRECIA

I told him everything he hated to hear, everything that made him feel more vulnerable, more resentful—because that’s what made him rougher with me.

That delicious tingling ravaged my pussy while those golden eyes devoured me with bitterness.

But hate is also passion, and no one had ever taken me with such vehemence in my life.

“Gray, cum inside your mistress, cum for me, my silver-haired boy… ahhh, Gray, oh yes, darling! Graaaay!”

I was right on the edge, just a few more thrusts, just