My arms locked around her torso like iron bands, hauling her backward onto my cock even as we fell. One hand clamped over her left breast—a heavy, swollen globe that overflowed my grip, the nipple burning like a coal against my palm. The autres seized her hip, fingers digging into the soft curve to yank her impaled onto my shaft as we crashed onto the floorboards.
Naked skin against wood. Sweat splattering. Her hair fanned across the carpet like dark water.
But I hammered into her without pause. The impact jolted her cervix, forcing a raw scream from her throat as I drove deeper, harder, possessing.
"YES—FUCK—PETER—"
Watch them dance.
Her breasts became violent, fluid things—flesh rippling with geological force. Left breast: heavy, pendulous, swaying sideways with each withdrawal before jiggling violently when I rooted myself balls-deep, the dark aureole stretched taut.
