Tina dragged the pillow across her face, smothering her own cries in its cotton. Her teeth found the fabric and clamped down hard, knuckles whitening as she clutched it like a lifeline.
Beneath her, Daniel drove into her with relentless, unyielding rhythm — each thrust deliberate, punishing, stripping away what little control she still had left.
*PLAP!!-PLAP!!-PLAP!!*
"Mnh!! Mnh! Mnhh!"
…
For hours Daniel kept going, flooding her with pulse after thick pulse until every last rope of white gold had been pumped deep inside. Tina's face had long since collapsed into that shameless, broken ahegao expression.
Her mind felt hollow, thoughts blanked out by the obscene baby batter stretching both her ruined openings.
Daniel flooded her mouth once; thick and unrelenting.
Thrice in her ass; each release deep and pulsing, leaving warm trails that slipped slowly down her thighs.
