Rex had abandoned any pretense of human restraint. He was no longer merely having sex; he was conducting a symphony of torment.
His cock was a relentless piston of flesh, hammering into Morwenna's oversensitive cunt with such velocity that the sound of it—that wet, violent thwack squelch— sounded like something being torn apart.
Every time she thought she couldn't take another thrust, Rex would use his telekinesis to yank her hips upward with supernatural force, meeting her descent with a bone-crushing impact.
He was manipulating her body like a marionette, forcing her pussy to accept every devastating inch of him. The sensation wasn't just physical pain; it was a sensory overload that felt like her very nerves were being electrocuted.
"AAAAHHHHH! NOOO! STOP IT! AHHHNNN!"
"IT HURTS, NO, IT FEELS TOO MUCH! REX, PLEASE! NNNGHH!" Morwenna's screams reached a crescendo that tore at her throat.
