ing me with that familiar, eager touch. "You're so big," she groaned, her voice thick with desire as her breaths came quicker. "God, I need you." Her hand wrapped around me, stroking hard and f

ting a guttural moan from deep in her throat. The intensity of it all-her warmth, her nails digging into my back, the raw need between us-threatened to break every shred of control I had left. "Fuck, Robson," she gasped, her nails raking over my skin as she clung to me like her life depended on it. "You feel so fucking amazing." Her words spurred me on, each thrust harder and more relentless than the last. The sound of her pleasure filled the tiny closet, mingling with the creak of the wall behind us. It didn't take long for the tension building inside me to reach its peak. The release hit me like a tidal wave, pulling me under and leaving me breathless. Ruth followed soon after,