The rhythm in the chamber shifted from desperate worship to something more calculated and cruel. Rex, enjoying the power he held over Iris's very instincts, decided to turn her service into a game of humiliation.
He reached up, his hands sliding from her waist to grip her hips with bruising force, guiding her movements with rough precision.
"Harder, Iris! Don't just bounce like a fucking amateur!" Rex barked, his voice cutting through her haze of arousal. "Move your hips more!"
"I want to feel your pussy grinding against the base of my cock with every stroke!"
"I want to feel every wet inch of you sucking me dry!"
"Come on! One! Two!" His hips bucked upward to meet her downward thrusts, creating a thunderous, wet grinding sound.
SQUELCH SLAP. SQUELCH SLAP.
Iris gasped, her breath coming in ragged, broken stutters. "Ahhh yes!"
