The table rocked due to the force as her body jolted with each powerful thrust. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and drilled deeper, hitting her core perfectly from this angle.
Aria's nails scrapped the wood as her hands scrambled for purchase while she screamed his name with her pussy gushing around him.
He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard while his hips snapped forward, stretching her insides to the limit with his hardened cock.
Sweat beaded on their skin while the net chafed deliciously against her curves.
"Fuck me—don't hold back!" She begged as her long pink hair fanned out like a halo on the table.
West obliged, pinning her wrists above her head and pounded into her with bruising intensity. The table creaked ominously threatening to collapse as the bowls tipping over and her tits bounced wildly.
Her orgasm built fast, coiling tight, and when it hit... she shattered...
