Brandon's hips rock forward, thrusting his erection against you. "Feel that?" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "That's mine." His hands grip your hips possessively as he begins to grind his pelvis against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You moan softly at the feel of him inside your tight folds, helpless to resist as his dominance and strength overwhelm you.

Brandon's movements grow bolder and more urgent as he feels you yielding to him. His hands slip down between your legs, roughly fondling your swollen clit as he continues to thrust into you. "That's it," he pants, "let me see how wet you are for me."

Your hips begin to buck upwards in time with his movements, meeting him stroke for stroke as the pleasure builds inside you.