Elion's thrusts grew more savage, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force, each one burying his throbbing cock to the root in Beatrice's drenched folds.
Her body, pinned against the wall, jolted with every impact, her thick thighs quivering over his shoulders.
The angle allowed him to grind against her swollen clit, sending sparks of overstimulation through her core. Beatrice's incoherent babble escalated—"Ahh... nngh... f-fuck... more!"—her voice cracked as another climax built, coiling tight in her belly.
Sweat beaded on Elion's brow, dripping down his chest as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, fluttering around his shaft like it was trying to pull him deeper inside.
He could feel her juices coating his balls, the slick mess trickling down her ass crack with every withdrawal. "That's it, take it all," he growled, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks to spread her wider, exposing her fully to his assault.
