Kate's body was trembling violently on top of me, her breath coming in short, desperate, animalistic gasps as her soaked, swollen pussy continued to grind frantically along the thick, veiny length of my cock. Her juices had completely soaked through my pants, making the fabric cling obscenely to my cock like a second skin.
Every slow, filthy roll of her hips dragged her fat, puffy lips along my veiny underside, her engorged clit rubbing desperately against the swollen head with loud, wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that echoed in the room.
I could feel her getting hornier by the second — her thighs quivering uncontrollably, her nipples diamond-hard and rubbing against my chest, her thoughts pouring into my mind like a broken, filthy flood.
Kate's Thoughts (Telepathy):
