Peter's roar tore through the air as her cunt clenched around him—a velvet fist milking his shaft, triggering a guttural response from his core.
His hips didn't slow—they became piledrivers. Each brutal withdrawal left her swollen cunt lips quivering, clinging to his thickness of his cock crown like desperate suction cups. Then he slammed home—deep—flared head kissing her cervix before grinding his pelvic bone against her clit in a devastating circle.
Wet, obscene sounds drowned the room.
THWACK! Skin slapping skin—hard enough to redden flesh. SHLICK-SHLACK-SHLACK! Her soaked cunt devouring his cock—gushing juices coating every inch, dripping down his thighs in thick, slick rivers.
CREAK-BANG! Headboard pounding drywall—relentless rhythm announcing conquest to the entire house.
"Look at me, reina," he snarled, fingers twisting in her hair, yanking her face up. Tears of ecstasy blurred her vision—eyes wide, wild. "Watch while I ruin this pussy for anyone else."
