With a desperate, almost instinctive need to feel him more deeply, Iris began to shift. Her movements were clumsy, driven by raw need rather than conscious thought.
She maneuvered herself, rotating her body until she was straddling him properly, facing him. Her knees dug into the mattress as she sat upright, her spine arching as she took his full length inside her again.
SQUELCH. SLURP.
"That's it... ride me like you mean it," Rex commanded, his hands finding her hips to guide her.
Iris began to move. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles before accelerating into a frantic, grinding rhythm.
Her ass slapped against his thighs with wet, rhythmic intensity.
SLAP. SQUISH. SLAP.
She was riding him with a ferocity that spoke of a deep, buried hunger she could no longer suppress.
"OH GOD! REX! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Her screams returned, louder than before, filling every corner of the house. "I CAN'T... NNNGH--I CAN'T STOP!"
"IT FEELS TOO GOOD! AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
