Mireya could only cling to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her body arching upward in a desperate, instinctive attempt to meet his brutal onslaught. She was lost in the tempest, her protests dissolving into the primal reality that, despite her heart's frantic denials, her body was opening wide, welcoming the deluge he was about to unleash.
"NO! NO! NOT INSIDE! REX, PLEA—AAAAAHHHHH!" Mireya's voice was a broken instrument, oscillating wildly between a desperate protest and a high-pitched, melodic shriek of pure, agonizing pleasure.
Even as her lips formed the words "don't do it," her hips were tilting upward, greedily chasing the blunt force of his cock as it hammered against her cervix. "It's... it's too much! It's undignified! NGH! Stop... please... don't... OH GOD, YES!"
Inside the sanctuary of her mind, however, the battle was being lost in a landslide of sensation.
