Plap. Plap. Plap.
Even a few hours later, the sound of rhythmic claps hadn't left the room. Aiden had been brutally fucking Amaela's ass for nearly two hours straight.
He never slowed down. Even when he wanted to, the rage would make him go right back at it again. The couch beneath them had long since given up, leaving the cushions flattened and tilted at a weird angle where Amaela lay quietly.
The entire room smelled of sex, as the cloth of the couch had long since been soaked with their fluids.
Her asshole was gaping slightly every time Aiden pulled back, only to be stretched wide open again when he slammed back in. Thick white cum kept leaking out around his cock with each thrust.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Aiden never stopped moving. His grip on her waist was like a vice, as his fingers dug deep into her pale skin as he used her like a living fleshlight. Amaela could only moan weakly as her voice had long been silent from all the screaming she had done.
