The speed turned relentless—wet slaps filling the room, my pussy stretched wide and slick, walls fluttering helplessly around the invading cock.
I felt my stomach was going to burst open—pressure building inside, every thrust battering my cervix until stars burst behind my eyelids.
But I also wanted him to keep going forever—wanted the burn, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed.
He kept at it for almost forty minutes—long, unbroken minutes where time blurred into nothing but the rhythm of his hips and the wet sounds of our bodies meeting.
Sweat poured down my back in hot rivers, soaking the sheets beneath us.
My moans turned into continuous cries—voice cracking higher with every plunge—while my small breasts bounced wildly, nipples stiff and aching in the open air.
Before he pushed it all in one final time and gripped my lips with his tightly.
