Deeper angle now, cock curving to grind her G-spot on every withdrawal. Her moans grew louder, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he continued to pound into her. With each thrust, she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. The space was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, a symphony of desire and need that seemed to consume them both.
"Oh gods! Yes—fuck me raw!" She howled, bucking back to meet him, her ass rippling with each collision.
The trunk shook faintly; mist from the falls sprayed their rutting forms.
He fisted her long hair, yanking like reins, arching her back further.
One hand snaked under to maul a swinging tit, pinching the nipple; the other rubbed her clit in furious circles. Her second climax built fast, walls fluttering, then clamping like a vice.
"Cumming again! Milk your cock, son!" She squirted backward, spraying his thighs, but he spanked harder, pounding through it.
