"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"
Flesh slapped against flesh rapidly like a beating drum in a parade.
Vogue was a machine as he pistoned his massive length into Gloria like a piledriver drilling with immense force into Gloria's body.
Gloria was pinned against the wall, her legs over his shoulders and unable to move even a single inch.
Every time he slammed into her, her entire body shook as her back scraped against the wall with every thrust, but she didn't seem to care as the massive, thick dragon rearranged her insides.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Hnng!"
Her voice at this point has turned hoarse. Her earlier screams and squeals had faded from being worn down by the pounding.
Gloria's mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out slightly as she panted like a dog with spot drilling down the corners of her lips as she was overwhelmed with intense pleasure.
Vogue grunted like a beast, as sweat dripped down his forehead and onto her heaving chest.
