He pulled the dress down just enough to expose her breasts, still keeping the garment on her body. Her nipples were already hard, begging for attention. He pinched them between his fingers, making her cry out. "You like that?" he asked, twisting slightly. "Yes," she hissed, her head falling back against his shoulder. Jackson spun her around again, pushing her dress up around her waist. His hand dove between her legs, finding the damp spot on her panties. "Already wet for me," he growled, pushing the thin fabric aside. His fingers slid through her slick folds, circling her entrance before pushing two fingers inside her. "Your pussy's fucking soaked." Olivia moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "More." Jackson worked his fingers in and out, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Like that?" "God, yes," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Don't stop." He curled his fingers inside her, finding that rough spot that made her legs shake. "Gonna mak

Jackson established a hard pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to hit spots inside her that had her seeing stars. "Your pussy's squeezing my cock so tight," he grunted, one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. "You fucking love this, don't you?" "Yes!" she cried, her body jolting forward with each powerful thrust. "Love your cock stretching my pussy!" Jackson released her hair, both hands gripping her hips as he continued his relentless pace. He watched his cock disappear into her pussy, glistening with her juices each time he pulled out. "Look at that greedy cunt, sucking me back in," he said, giving her ass another hard slap. "So fucking wet for me." Olivia moaned, her words dissolving into incoherent sounds of pleasure. Her pussy was making obscene wet noises with each thrust, evidence of how turned on she was. "Touch your clit," Jackson commanded. "Make yourself come on my cock again."