Liam gripped Clara by the narrow curves of her waist.
He did not slow down to let her adjust.
He pulled her hips back against his thighs and drove forward, burying his length deep inside her small, wet core.
"Ahnnn!"
Clara let out a loud, high-pitched cry that cracked in the middle.
Her hands scrambled across the white sheets, her fingers digging blindly into the fabric as she tried to keep her balance.
Her back was arched like a bow, her spine curving tightly under the weight of his movements.
Liam did not wait.
He locked his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and started pounding into her, his lower body moving in a heavy, steady rhythm.
*PAPAPAPAPAPAP*
The sound of his groin slinging against her pale, rounded cheeks filled the small one-room apartment.
Cara big boobs were heavy enough to swing wildly beneath her chest with every single thrust he made.
