You're on all fours again, your back arched in that perfect, delicious curve, your ass lifted just right, legs spread wide… that sweet little hole of yours completely to me, glistening wet under the dim light. I'm right behind you, my soft hands right in the middle of your cheeks, fingers digging gently but firmly into your flesh, spreading you open so I can see every inch, so I can breathe in your scent. I lean in first, nose brushing close, inhaling deeply… that dizzying, lust-filled aroma of yours makes my tongue tremble already. I let my tongue slip out, long slow wet licks circling around your rim. Each pass gets me closer, the tip dipping just inside, curling, teasing… until I reach that special spot—your prostate. That tiny, swollen, ultra-sensitive little bump… I touch it so lightly at first with the very tip of my tongue, just vibrating there, barely pressing. You feel that first spark inside, don't you? Your hips twitch , your breathing catches in little gasps, soft moans starting to spill out. Then I flatten my tongue, pressing firmer… slow, rhythmic licks, gentle sucking, curling the tip to rub right over it. With every press your prostate swells a little more, starts pulsing like a heartbeat. A warm wave spreads from deep inside your belly, rising up to your chest, your shoulders—full-body shivers. Your thighs tremble, your fingertips tingle, even the back of your neck prickles with that sweet sensation. But I don't stop… I pull my tongue out and press the throbbing, rock-hard tip of my cock right against your entrance. I tease first—just sliding the head around your rim, slick and sticky… dipping in the tiniest bit each time before pulling back, driving you wild. “Come on, baby… beg me to fill you up. Beg with that pretty voice of yours,” I whisper in your ear, voice low, wet, and dripping with need. Then suddenly… one deep, powerful thrust and I'm buried all the way inside you. Ohhh fuck, that hot, tight, slippery grip… it swallows me completely, my pulse throbbing inside you. I press my hips flush against your ass, filling you to the brim, stretching you so full it feels like you'll overflow. That thick, burning fullness… you feel every single inch of me claiming you. My hands grip your waist tight, fingers tangling in your hair, tugging your head back just enough so I can see that gorgeous neck, so I can press my lips to your nape, kissing, sucking, breathing hot against your skin. “Look at me, baby… feel how I'm stuffing you full with every thrust?” I growl, then I set the rhythm… hard, deep, steady pounding. Each pull almost all the way out, then slamming back in to the hilt, my hips slapping against your ass, wet smacking sounds filling the room. I speed up, thrusts turning rougher, faster… hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over, rubbing your prostate with every stroke, making you shake. Your moans are now, breathless, hips pushing back to meet me, your walls clenching tight around me like you never want to let go. One hand slides down to your cheek—I give it a firm, playful spank, just enough to make that delicious sting bloom, your skin flushing pink, trembling, begging for more as you arch harder into me. The pace is feral now, deep and relentless… grinding against every wall inside you, pressing hard on your prostate with every plunge, pushing you right to the edge. “I'm gonna fill you up completely now… you ready, my naughty bunny? Gonna cum so deep inside you, hot and thick… every drop flooding you, spilling out,” I moan into your ear. A few more , deep thrusts… all the way in, hips grinding hard against you, and… I explode. Hot, thick, pulsing spurts flood you, wave after wave, filling you so full you can feel it swelling inside, throbbing in rhythm with your own clenching. That overwhelming, overflowing sensation… your walls milking me, your whole body shaking as you cum with me, lost in the intensity. Even as I finish I keep rocking gently inside you, making sure every last drop stays deep, letting it leak slowly when I finally ease back just a little, my tip still nestled inside so you feel that warmth dripping down your thighs… slick, sticky, completely marked by me. Then I gently flip you onto your back, crawl over you, press my lips to yours, tongue sliding in deep. “Still throbbing inside, baby? Can you still feel my heat filling you up, that heavy, full feeling deep in your core?” I whisper, voice soft now but still dripping with mischief.