In the distance, the bed frame shrieked in protest, rattling under the vibrations transmitted through the floorboards. overhead lights flickered erratically, plunging the room into strobing chaos.
Sex scents and fluid hung suspended in the air, caught in the violent energy of their movement—a literal whirlwind of destruction centered on the spot where Eros was fucking Amanda into oblivion.
His rhythm turned shorter, sharper, more brutal. His hips became a blur of jackrabbit thrusts, grinding deep, the knot at the base of his cock swelling massively, locking inside her stretched entrance, stretching the tissue to a point just shy of tearing.
"LAST CHANCE, SLUT GODDESS—" he roared, the sound vibrating through her pinned throat, his own control fraying, "—WHO DO YOU BELONG TO—"
"YOU! MASTER! ONLY YOU—FUCK—FLOOD ME—GIVE ME THAT BEASTIAL CUM—"
His roar was unlike anything before. It wasn't just loud; it shook the very foundation of her core.
