The kissing became even more frenzied, a wet, slapping cacophony that sounded like meat being struck.
SMACK. SCHLUP. SLURP.
Their saliva was a constant presence, dripping between their joined lips as they fought for dominance in the kiss. Despite being turned around, Iris's hips remained in constant, violent motion, her ass bucking backward against Rex's groin with every thrust.
THUD. SQUELCH. SLAP.
Veylor's mind was a shattered mirror.
'This is a living nightmare...' he screamed internally, the words echoing through the hollow chambers of his consciousness. 'Why? Why did I have to see this?'
'Why must I be forced to watch the person I love become a spectacle of degradation?'
'This isn't real... it can't be real!' But the heat from the room, the wet sounds of their coupling, and the raw agony in Iris's eyes proved it became a blur of flesh hitting flesh—SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP—more real than anything he had ever experienced.
