For the first time in his life, Max had drawn a genuine squirt from a woman. Neither Rosalia nor Agnia had ever been a squirter. That is why something inside him snapped at the sight, a deep primal desire every man carried, an achievement that made his blood boil with a raw, indescribable satisfaction that flooded his veins and made his cock throb painfully hard against his clothes.
His fingers did not allow her even a second to rest. He had found his perfect plaything, a proper knight who turned out to be a crazy woman who craved rough sex, and he was going to give it to her without mercy. He started fingering her roughly, abusing her sensitive pussy with deep, punishing thrusts of his fingers, curling them hard against that spongy spot inside her while his thumb ground relentlessly against her swollen clit.
