I gave her exactly what she asked for. I fucked her faster, the wet, filthy sound of her cunt taking me growing louder with every stroke. Her juices were running down my balls and dripping onto the balcony floor. I leaned in and bit the side of her neck, then moved lower and sucked hard on one of her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt until the material was soaked and transparent over the stiff peak.
"This perfect fucking body," I muttered against her skin. "These fat tits, these thick thighs, this greedy cunt that keeps dripping all over my cock."
Kayla nodded frantically, eyes half-closed, mouth open. Every hard thrust forced a short, punched-out sound out of her. I could feel her starting to tighten again already, the soft walls of her pussy fluttering and gripping me in short pulses.
