Then I counterattacked.
I finally let go of the wood and grabbed her hips with both hands. I held her tight and drove my cock into her in a sharp, brutal thrust. She screamed, a real scream, not fake. Her chest bounced against mine, her head flew back, and it was my turn to groan.
— You wanted my attention? You've got it.
She laughed between gasps, but already her legs clung to my hips, forcing me to push even deeper. The table shook, the candles wobbled, papers scattered to the floor, and I didn't care.
— Yes… aaah… like that… again…
Her moans filled the tent, heavy, raw, dripping with pleasure. Her pussy flowed over my cock, each thrust sending an obscene sound into the air. I felt my own hips slam into hers violently, my fingers marking her pale skin.
And in my head, one thought: I was losing. I was losing to her. But fuck… I didn't want to win anymore.
