Claire's moans kept echoing in the small kitchen, ragged and breathless, each one more helpless than the last.
She tried to form words to protest, to tell Damien to stop or wait, but her throat betrayed her.
All she could do was let out quivering moans, the courage she tried mustering up to resist Damien rapidly slipping.
Her chest heaved violently, each rise and fall of her breasts uneven and rapid, as though her body itself was trying to articulate what her mind could not.
Heat pooled between her legs, sharp and consuming, leaving her trembling where she stood, pressed against him.
Her body moved instinctively, betraying her more with every passing second.
She pressed the swell of her huge, soft ass back against him, grinding lightly as though trying to alleviate the torment building inside her.
The friction was maddening, sending waves of warmth and tension through her core.
