Cesare's movements were nothing like the slow, tentative rhythm Eileen had set before. His rough, unrelenting thrusts took her breath away, leaving her unable to do more than gasp for air.
"Ah—wait, ah! P-please, just a moment…!" she cried out, her voice trembling.
But Cesare showed no intention of slowing down. Held firmly in his grasp, Eileen was utterly at his mercy, her body jolting with each forceful thrust.
He violently hit the areas that were stimulated by shaking her hips earlier.
The places she had tentatively stimulated earlier were now being assaulted with raw intensity. Her swollen cl!t, which had been brushing against his firm abdomen, was now ruthlessly ground against him. Her cerv!x, which he had previously teased by pressing gently against, was now repeatedly struck by the unyielding force of his thrusts.
