Mike wasn't satisfied with just the rhythm; he wanted absolute control over the depth of each penetration. Reaching down, he wrapped both of his massive hands around Aveline's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh like iron clamps.
With a guttural grunt of exertion, he yanked her hips backward toward him, tilting her pelvis upward until her ass was arched at a punishing angle, presenting her tight asshole directly into the path of his relentless cock.
"This is how I'm going to fuck you properly," Mike growled, his voice vibrating with raw dominance. "Hold on tight."
With that new leverage, he delivered a thrust so powerful it felt like he was trying to split her spine.
THWACK SQUELCH!!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! STOP NO!! DON'T STOP!! OH FUCK!!" Aveline's scream was primal, a sound of pure, unadulterated overload.
The sensation was terrifyingly beautiful. Because her hips were pulled so far back, Mike's cock wasn't just entering her; it was impaling her.
