Chapter 412 Pocket

Ross smirked beneath her, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust upward to meet her movements. 

"Come on, Anne," he urged, his voice thick with desire. 

"Show me how much you love it."

"Yes!" Anne cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. 

Her hips were moving wildly now, slamming down onto Ross's thick, veiny cock with reckless abandon. 

The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling with each rise and fall as she chased the inevitable explosion. 

She was so close—so achingly close. Just one more movement, one more thrust, and she knew she'd shatter into a million pieces, consumed by the biggest orgasm of her life.

But then, everything stopped.

"What?!" Anne gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her body being forcibly held in place. 

Strong hands gripped her waist tightly, halting her movements entirely.