For a moment I felt a slight relief from the pressure, but without being able to process it, Thorne suddenly plunged both fingers to the bottom of my insides.
"Ahhh! Thorne, it hurts!" I screamed, not caring how loud my voice was.
But despite that, Thorne began to f**k me with both fingers with a strength that bordered on the possessive, while his other hand traveled upward to squeeze one of my breasts with an animal voracity.
His tongue, on the other hand, kept punishing my now f*****g swollen and sensitive c******s, sucking and licking it until I felt my nerves were going to snap.
My fingers buried themselves in his hair, pulling at him while my back arched like a tense bow every time his fingers hit the bottom of my intimacy.
The room filled with the sounds of the splashing of my
