Emily's body was a masterpiece of trembling need beneath me, her black mesh lingerie barely clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, the delicate fabric torn in places from my desperate, clawing hands.
Her tits spilled out of the lace cups, her erect, dark pink nipples glistening with a sheen of perspiration, her shaved pussy swollen and dripping, her juices coating my cock with every brutal, punishing thrust.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene, the squelch of her cunt taking me to the root echoing off the walls like a filthy symphony.
"Fuck—! Dexter—I'm so fucking close—!" Emily sobbed, her voice breaking, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood, her thighs shaking as she teetered on the edge.
Her body clenched around me like a vice, her inner walls fluttering, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
"I can't—! I'm gonna—! Aaaahhh—!"
