He was fucking her with a primal ferocity now, his cock disappearing entirely into her wet heat before ripping back out, only to slam home again with terrifying force.
"I can't... I can't breathe!! Mmmph!! Ahhh!! It's too much!! TOO MUCH!!" Aveline wailed, her voice dissolving into high-pitched, keening moans.
The combination of her hair being yanked back and her ass being thrust upward created a perfect storm of stimulation. Her nerve endings were screaming, her cunt was throbbing in desperate spasms around his shaft, and her mind was completely gone, dissolved into a sea of pleasure and surrender.
She was no longer a person; she was simply a collection of sensations, a vessel for Mike's relentless need to claim and conquer. Every wet slap of his groin against her ass was a reminder that she belonged to him, and every deep, cervix-bruising thrust was a seal on that ownership.
