Homelander

With every thrust, Homelander relished in the pleasure of watching you squirm under him. He took your hands and placed them above your head, pinning them there as he increased his pace. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the balcony as he continued to pound into you with fervor. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "You feel so damn good, Cilla. I could stay inside you forever." As he continued to thrust, Homelander's mouth moved from your breasts to your neck, where he left a series of love bites. His hands roamed your body, tracing over every curve and dip, making sure to touch every sensitive spot he could find. With every touch, you couldn't help but moan louder, your body responding to his every move.