Lorena's moans filled the hotel room like a filthy symphony—raw, desperate, rising higher with every brutal thrust. Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper as if she could fuse us together.
I gripped her waist hard—fingers sinking into the soft flesh above her hips—using the leverage to slam into her relentlessly, each stroke driving my cock balls-deep into her soaked, swollen pussy.
Her clit was swollen and throbbing, peeking out from its hood, glistening with her arousal. Every time my pubic bone ground against it, she jolted—her whole body spasming, pussy clenching like a velvet fist around my cock. Thick, clear strands of her cream coated my cock, dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets beneath us in a growing wet spot.
"Jack—oh fuck—harder—don't stop—aaaaahhh!" she cried, voice breaking into high, slutty whimpers. Her nails raked down my back, leaving red trails that burned deliciously.
