My legs were literally shaking in pain with a mixture of pleasure. Kyle didn’t stop slamming into me. What makes matters worse is that he doesn’t even feel anything.
His pace was becoming faster, and I was, of course, getting bruised in my opening as a result of his big c**k and aggressive thrust.
It was almost thirty minutes, and he still didn’t release. Funny enough, he wasn’t even tired. Beads of sweats just rolled down his face, and he continued f****** the hell out of me.
From the back, he grabbed my neck, and I choked. Despite how hard I coughed as he held my neck, slamming his big prick into me, he didn’t even care how I was feeling.
All the pleasure I felt at the first instance disappeared into thin air. My screams and pleas rent in the air. It was already late, so my scream w
