"Run simulations! Calculate hostiles' probable egress routes! Traffic cams, feeds– everything!"
My voice was a guttural growl against her neck, sweat stinging my eyes as I slammed into her, my thighs burning with the effort of holding her suspended off the bed while fucking like a jackhammer.
Amanda was oblivious to the tactical storm raging in my head. Her world had narrowed to the thick cock ruining her cunt.
"YES! FUCK ME! JUST LIKE THAT!" she shrieked, her spine bending impossibly, back arched as she ground down onto me.
SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK!
The sound was grotesque, wet, violent, flesh meeting flesh at a speed that blurred the senses. The bed frame shrieked in protest, the headboard hammering a frantic, panicked rhythm against the wall.
Amanda shrieked, a sound of pure, unleashed agony and ecstasy. "YES! YES! YES! LIKE THAT! FUCKING DESTROY ME!" Her back arched into an impossible curve, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck.
