Lor set a rhythm, slow at first, savoring the way her pussy gripped him with every thrust, the wet heat pulling him deeper each time.
Her breasts bounced with every movement, her glasses slipping further until they hung crooked across her face, one lens fogged completely.
Her thighs spread wider instinctively, the sound of wet slaps filling the room as her pussy grew slicker, her juices coating him with every thrust.
Silvia's hands clutched at his back, then at the sheets, torn between holding on and letting go completely.
Her voice broke into gasps and cries, each thrust drawing a new sound from her lips.
"You're… you're stretching me… gods—ahhh—"
Lor leaned down, catching one of her stiff nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he drove into her deeper, his hips snapping against hers.
She screamed, a sharp, desperate sound, her back arching so violently that her breasts pressed against his face, the soft weight overwhelming.
