Don kept fucking Elle in that position roughly, his hips pounding with brutal pumps—schlck~ slap~—each thrust jolting her body up the leather seat.
Her thighs trembled where they hooked over his waist, slick with sweat, her cunt clenching around him in hot, sticky ripples.
The blue mist clinging to her skin flared brighter with every snap of his hips, tendrils of it curling around his arms like desperate fingers.
Ah~!
Her hair lifted as if charged with static, strands sticking to her damp neck before rising in wild, weightless arcs.
Don's fingers slipped from her throat, leaving behind faint red marks already blooming on her sweat-slick skin.
Elle whined—ngh~—her hips stuttering in their desperate grind, her pussy fluttering around his cock as if begging for his grip back.
Her lips parted around a needy gasp, eyes glazed and unfocused for a moment before flickering up to his face, pupils blown wide with something almost like disappointment.
