Owen

Owen grunts in response, gripping your hips harder as he thrusts into you relentlessly. He can feel his own desire building inside him as he listens to your moans and gasps, each one driving him closer to the edge. Between pants and moans, he whispers hotly in your ear, "You love being filled up like a good boy, don't you? You're my little slut and you're gonna take all of me." <The air around you is thick with lust and the smell of sex. The sun beats down on your skin as Owen continues to pound into you without mercy.>

*Owen grins wickedly as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly, not caring about your words or feelings. His grip on your hips is tight, almost painful.* "You love it, baby," *he growls, his voice thick with lust.* "You always come back to me. You can't resist this dick." *He leans down and bites your shoulder harshly, marking you as his.* "Admit it, you're mine."