Nevertheless, Steve kept going — relentless.
With each powerful thrust, more of his length drove into her, pushing past the limits of what she thought she could take.
Her moans weren't a deterrent — they were fuel. Every gasp made him thrust harder, deeper, faster.
His hips clapped against her ass cheeks with growing urgency, the sound echoing through the room in a wet, rhythmic tempo.
He slammed into her again and again, burying himself, holding nothing back.
She could barely keep herself upright, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry, her eyes glazed and wide, nearly rolling back from the sheer flood of pleasure.
Her body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed, yet craving more.
And still, Steve didn't stop.
He plunged into her like a man possessed — no restraint, no mercy —fucking her right.
He was lost in her, lost in the heat and slickness of her clit, pounding into her like she was the only thing that could quench his need.
And he wasn't done — not yet.
