Lois' pussy was already swollen and glistening, cum dripping out from the earlier rounds, but he didn't care—he shoved back inside without warning, making Lois scream his name all over again.
Time lost all meaning.
Hours passed as Ross used her in every way he wanted—over the table, against the wall, on the floor, even riding him when her strength returned for a brief moment before he overpowered her again.
Her voice grew hoarse from moaning, her body slick with sweat and their mingled fluids, her mind a haze of sinful pleasure and exhaustion.
By the time Ross finally decided she had had enough, Lois was completely spent.
She collapsed face-down on the table, her naked body covered in sweat and cum.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her pussy was raw, gaping slightly as thick streams of his seed leaked out of her and pooled onto the wood beneath her.
Ross stood behind her, his cock still semi-hard, dripping with their mixed fluids.
