I looked down at the completely debauched expression Charlotte was wearing right now, and honestly, she looked like her soul had already left her body halfway through all of this.
After fucking her in a full-nelson earlier, I switched into a mating press afterward, and that combination had completely destroyed whatever resistance she still had left. Her body looked overwhelmed from head to toe, trapped between exhaustion and pleasure to the point where there really wasn't any escape for her anymore. Every time she tried to recover even a little bit, another wave hit her before she could properly breathe again.
The amount of times this woman had squirted was honestly ridiculous too.
At some point, I genuinely lost count.
