She was already there.
Tears streaming.
Mouth slack.
Legs trembling.
And I just kept going.
“You know what I want, Lyra?” I growled into her ear, slamming her harder into the wall, her body limp with overstimulation, her cunt still choking my c**k like it didn’t want to let go.
“I want to press your big f*****g titties together and f**k your chest till you’re soaked in my c*m again.”
I didn’t wait. I grabbed both t**s in my hands and squeezed. Thumbs on her n*****s, making her cry out, back arching. I bit her neck, dragged my teeth down to her collarbone, then leaned back just to watch them bounce.
“f**k, I want to f**k you on this wall.” My voice turned to gravel. My thrusts got meaner. Her p***y was soaking us both now, leaking all over my c**k, down her thighs, slicking my balls
