Valentina's thighs were like molten iron—elite muscle screaming, veins bulging under golden skin as she fought through the endless, punishing squat reps.
Sweat poured off her, dripping from her sharp jaw onto Phei's chest, mixing with the cooling squirt still glistening across his carved abs.
Her pussy was a wrecked, frothy disaster—stretched obscenely thin around eight throbbing inches of him, angry-red lips puffed and clinging desperately, thick creamy white rings stacked heavy and obscene at the base where she bottomed out every brutal drop.
The untouched four inches below shone slick and taunting, veins pulsing like they were laughing at her limit.
She'd pushed for more—8.5 inches once, twice, cervix howling with sharp, electric agony-pleasure that made her sob—but her body betrayed her every time, snapping back to its cruel boundary.
"Fuck—hah—gonna—come—again—Phei—!" Her voice cracked into a raw, desperate sob, walls fluttering wildly around the buried length.
