1Luce's bent over, breathing hard. The sweat that covers every inch of her skin drips from her hair and face, shaken loose by the rhythmic impacts pounding through her body.
“Harder,” a rasping voice whispers in her ear. “Faster.”
She grits her teeth. Goes harder. Goes faster. Her breath scrapes in her throat, desperate and strained with effort as exhilaration and exhaustion throb in her muscles.
“Come on,” the voice urges. “Keep going. Harder.”
Luce's gasps turn into grunts, animalistic and primal. She goes harder.
“Do not slow down. Do not stop. You will not f*****g stop,” the voice commands.
She's building to a c****x. Wants to scream with the exulting joy of it all. The world goes away. All is white. All is feeling and sound and the rhythmic pounding.
Karen peeks out from the ha
