My palm cracked against Emily's drenched pussy again, the sound wet and obscene, echoing off the walls like a filthy symphony. Her body jerked violently, the restraints digging into her wrists as she thrashed, her skin flushed and slick with need.
"Aaaaaah, fuck, don't you dare stop!" she shrieked, her voice hoarse and broken, her hips bucking like a wild animal in heat. Her juices were everywhere, dripping down her ass, soaking the sheets beneath her, the sticky mess glistening under the dim light. She was a fucking mess, and I loved every second of it.
Fuck, she was begging for it. Her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, her thighs trembling as she tried to grind against the air. "Please, please, I'll do anything, just fuck me!" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her body trembling with need. She was a slut, a whore, a desperate little cumdumpster, and the way she writhed beneath me made my cock leak like a broken faucet.
