Next, he flipped her again, shifting her body like she weighed nothing, into Pronebone. Her limbs twisted midair like an agile cat, instincts responding before her mind could catch up.
Aureve found herself face-down, ass up, head hanging off the edge of the bed, hair spilling like silk, breath already caught in her throat.
She blinked, dazed. What the hell—? She hadn't even imagined a position like this before—it was wild, filthy, obscene.
But to him this was just another page in the mental playbook of a man who'd spent his past life devouring porn like scripture. He wasn't just fucking her, right now he was reenacting the entire Kama Sutra, frame by frame. And she was living it. All thanks to his favorite inspiration…
The one and only, Mr. Sins.
His cock slid back into her soaked entrance with obscene ease, like her pussy had been molded for him alone. There was no resistance. No hesitation. Just the slick, sinful welcome of a woman whose body had already surrendered.
