Make Miss Ella Come: Part 2

Sam Solo thinks he’s hit the jackpot. Miss Ella Nova’s soft hand strokes his cock, her voice like warm smoke wrapping around his head. He’s already throbbing, convinced this is about him. But it’s not. Not even close. She pulls away the second he’s right there. Sam gasps like she slapped him. Ella just smiles. Again and again she works him to the brink, then stops. Each denial lands harder than the last. When he’s shaking, she flips him. One thrust and her dildo drives straight into his ass. No warning. Just force. The strap cuts across her round cheeks as she fucks him in deep, steady strokes. Sam’s pinned. Then she turns him again so she can watch his face while she keeps driving. His eyes are wide, scared, glassy. She doesn’t slow down. She just keeps using him. And the look on her face says she’s enjoying every second of it.