Jan Week 3: Spa Day with Samantha...Leah gets fucked doggy style on the table...

Ethan had plenty more pleasure in store for Leah and himself. He maneuvered himself behind Leah carefully balancing as he shifted positions on table.

Then he lined himself up and slid in, slow but relentless, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance and then splitting her open in the best possible way. She gasped, the sound muffled by the towel beneath her, and pushed back against him, greedy for more.

“Oh god…you feel so damn good.” Ethan groaned. "Shit...you...feel SO damn...good..."

For a moment, that’s all there was: the slippery friction, the shudder of their bodies finding a mutual rhythm, the way the table creaked under their combined weight. There was no kissing, no soft romance, just the animal logic of hips and hands and sweat. He fucked her with a hunger that felt desperate, almost feral, and Leah reveled in it—relishing the rawness, the sheer lack of decorum. It was dirty, it was wrong, but it was exactly what she wanted.

She found herself bracing harder, planting her hands at the head of the table, ass tilted just so to take the full length of him every time. He had his right leg up on the table to help steady himself as he drove into her with increasing force, his grip tightening until she thought she would have bruises form on her hips.

“Oh my god, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—” Leah huffed out through her moans of pleasure as his manhood brought her to orgasm. He jackhammered her from behind. Leah’s entire body seized up, every inch of her awash in lightning and heat. Her orgasm hit with the subtlety of a car crash—one moment she was biting into her fist, the next she was gushing around his cock, groaning loud enough to echo off the walls. She felt her muscles clamp down, milking him, trying to defy the laws of physics and suck him deeper into her. There was a sharp, hot ache as the head of his cock slammed her cervix, a pain so good she wanted to scream. She could hear him above her, panting, almost growling.