Seraphine's moans turned into continuous, broken whimpers. Her body was hypersensitive now, every touch sending sparks of pleasure racing through her.
Trevor kept the torturously slow rhythm, his thick cock sliding almost completely out before sinking back into her dripping heat with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust was measured, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her silky walls, every ridge dragging along her most sensitive spots. The wet, lewd sounds of her pussy greedily sucking him back in filled the chamber like obscene music.
He had her folded nearly in half, her knees pressed toward her shoulders, completely open and vulnerable to him. This position allowed him to grind the swollen head of his cock directly against her cervix on every downward stroke while his pelvis rubbed firmly against her swollen clit.
