He increased the pace to a blinding, impossible speed, his hips becoming a blur of muscle and motion. He was hammering her womb with the force of a torrential rain, his movements so rapid and powerful that Mireya couldn't even form coherent screams anymore, only long, ragged, soul-shattering wails of pure, unmitigated ecstasy.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"AAHHHHNNNN! HAAAHHHHH! PLEASE~!!! TAKE IT OUT!!! HHNNNNGGGGHHH!"
"IT'S STARTING TO FEEL WEEEIIIIRRDDDD~!!!"
Every time he bottomed out, he whispered more vitriol into her ear, mocking her desperation even as he accelerated the inevitable. "That's it... scream for it!"
"Beg for the seed of the man you claim to despise!" Rex laughed. "Open up for me! Let me drown your pride in my heat!"
"Your face is telling me exactly how much you love being ruined."
"Every moan, every tear, every stupid little lie... it's all written right there on your skin."
"You're beautiful when you're a mess, Mireya. Especially when you're my mess."
