Nate pushed in again never slowing down once he pushed in.
Rita's scream and cracked against the walls feeling sharp pains that she loved.
He pulled back after seeing that she was getting off and then slammed in again with force pushing in deeply touching her walls.
Rita twisted again, uselessly, her hands squirmed in his grip, her wrists already burning but she loved it.
She sobbed as he pinned her harder and pressed her face down until her cheek mashed against the table again.
She couldn’t even lift her head to breathe properly.
“Too late to cry,” he said with a smirk.
She choked on air as she tried to talk bit nothing came off he mouth, it hung open.
Each thrust punched her forward, her chest scraped across the table with her thighs quivered and her knees bending without support
