He increased the pace, his hips slamming against her with the sound of colliding thunder.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"You're not his woman," Mike grunted, his voice becoming more aggressive. "You're a fucking slut and the only thing you'll be loyal to from now on is the feeling of my cock filling you up!"
"You belong to me, Haruka, and... your body already knows it."
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Haruka's scream was drowned out by the sound of their bodies colliding, her mind going completely blank as the pleasure and the pain fused into one singular, overwhelming reality.
She could no longer think, no longer fight; there was only the feeling of Mike, his massive size, and the inevitable, crushing weight of his ownership.
The tempo in the room shifted from a heavy grind to a frantic, violent blur of motion. Mike was reaching his limit, the friction and the incredible tightness of Haruka's walls driving him toward a volcanic eruption.
