Zephyra moaned loudly, the sound broken and needy, but even now, her hips rolled back to take him deeper, her inner walls clenching greedily around his pistoning cock.
But Sol wanted more. He wanted her completely broken.
He continued fucking her deeper and rougher, until she suddenly stiffened, pinching his cock like a living organism and pleasure detonated behind her eyes like a bomb, tearing a guttural scream from her throat as her body seized and convulsed.
But still didn't sop and continued fucking her through her next orgasm, his strategy was simple, since she refused to let him orgasm, he will do the opposite and make her cum so hard that she will see literal stars, and as expected, she was really a masochist, a violent, squirting release that soaked his thighs and the mat beneath them.
Her walls clamped him fiercely, even to the point of hurting him, and milked his cock desperately, but he powered straight through it, hips never slowing.
