She was being held up entirely by his arms now, her thighs fallen open either side of him, dead weight, and he was still moving, still driving upward into the loose soaked heat of her, her cunt so wet and worked that there was no friction anymore, just the obscene slick suction of her body trying to keep him inside every time he drew back.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!!
"Oungh~!! Ah~!! AAAHHH~!!!"
Her hair — silver-grey gone dark with sweat — swung against the wall with every thrust. Her tits swung forward with each upstroke, nipples so swollen they left wet prints against his collarbone, the weight of them real and heavy between them.
'He's going to make me — in the air — like this — I'm going to —'
Viktor felt her start to dissolve.
He walked her back from the wall — still buried, still moving — turned, and lowered her back toward the floor in the same folded position from before, knees toward her chest, calves back over his shoulders, her body taken from vertical back to pinned.
