C39 Happy birthday, Isabella

“Ezekiel…” I moaned his name loudly, unable to hold back. His pace was fast and deep, each thrust filling me completely. Before I could register what was happening, he flipped me over and took the lead. It all happened so quickly, leaving me breathless. The intensity was overwhelming—tightening, squeezing, and a slippery heat filled my core.

His movements were rougher than usual, deeper