The rhythm Sol established with her legs draped over his shoulders was nothing short of a siege. Every time he drove forward, his hips collided with the base of her spine, pinning her so deeply into the furs that her breath was stolen before she could even form a moan.
The friction was a raw, searing heat, exacerbated by the thick, creamy slick of their combined fluids that made every withdrawal a slow, suctioning torment and every plunge a heavy, wet invasion.
He was buried to the absolute depth possible, his pelvic bone crushing against hers with a heavy, wet thud that sent a jolt of fire straight to his brain.
Kira was even tighter than before, her internal walls swollen and hyper-sensitive from the first round, clinging to him like a living sucker that refused to let go.
Sol looked down at the point of their union. Her pussy was red, swollen and weeping, struggling to accommodate the sheer, unyielding girth of him.
