Begging on wine table: ruin my tight pussy forever

The wine from our intimate dinner still warms my veins as I lie back on the wooden table, legs spread wide, completely bare for him. Books and my coffee cup scatter aside, but I don't care—I've begged him to ruin me right here, to stretch my tight pussy with that veiny cock until no other man can satisfy me. My flat chest heaves with needy breaths, eyes fluttering shut as he positions above me, the missionary press making me feel owned. His thick shaft slides in deep, veins pulsing against my walls, and I gasp, clenching around him desperately. The wine glass tips nearby, red drops spilling like my dripping arousal, but all I crave is him pounding harder, claiming every inch until I'm his forever, ruined and begging for more with every thrust that hits just right.