Wild Ending
Adrien’s hands were already under Camille’s blouse the moment the door clicked shut behind them. He backed her hard against the wall, mouth crushing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Camille moaned into it, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his tongue as her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer.
He yanked the blouse up and over her head. The fabric hit the floor with a soft thump. Her bra followed a second later. Adrien’s mouth latched onto one full breast, sucking hard. Camille’s head fell back against the wall with a sharp gasp that turned into a broken moan.
“Ahh, f**k, Adrien—”
He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing the tight n****e while his free hand shoved into her jeans. Two fingers pushed past the soaked lace of her panties and sank into her dripping cunt. The wet sound of his fingers plunging in was loud in the quiet hallway. Camille’s hips jerked and a high, needy moan spilled out of her.
“Oh god—yes—just like that—”
He curled his fingers and thrust harder, the wet sounds growing filthier with every pump. Camille’s moans turned continuous, breathy, and desperate, rising every time he rubbed that swollen spot inside her. When he added a third finger, stretching her open, she cried out loud, the sound echoing off the walls.
Adrien pulled out his fingers. Camille whimpered at the loss. He shoved her jeans and panties down, spun her around, and pressed the thick, hard length of his c**k against the soft curve of her ass. The sound of his belt unbuckling and zipper yanking down was sharp. Then the blunt head of his c**k nudged between her thighs, sliding through the thick wetness coating them.
He didn’t tease long. He jammed himself into her in one hard, deep thrust.
Camille’s moan tore out of her, high and raw. “Fuuuuck—Adrien—!”
The wet slap of his hips meeting her ass filled the hallway as he started f*****g her hard and fast. Every thrust was filthy, her soaked cunt making loud, obscene sounds around his c**k. Camille braced her hands on the wall, pushing back to meet him, moaning with every deep jam of his thick length into her.
“Ahh—ahh—yes—harder—f**k my hole—”
Adrien growled against her neck and gave her exactly that. He gripped her hips and slammed into her wet cunt over and over, his c**k driving deep mixing with the sharp slap of skin. Camille’s moans grew louder, broken, almost sobbing with how full she felt.
He reached around and rubbed her c**t roughly. Her cry of pleasure cracked high. “Oh god—I’m—ahh—!”
She came hard, cunt clamping down around him with wet, pulsing squeezes. Her moan turned into a long, trembling wail as her juices dripped down her thighs. Adrien didn’t stop. He kept jamming into her through it, the wet sounds even louder now, her o****m making everything slicker and noisier.
He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her. Camille wrapped her legs around him, still moaning softly. He carried her to the couch and laid her down, then drove back into her dripping hole in one powerful thrust. The wet slap of their bodies meeting was even clearer now. Camille’s head tipped back, and a loud, shameless moan poured out of her.
“Yes—f**k me—jam it in—ahh—”
Adrien braced over her and pounded into her hard. Every thrust forced a fresh moan from her lips. Camille’s nails raked down his back as her moans turned higher, more desperate.
“Adrien—right there—don’t stop—ahh, f**k—!”
He rubbed her c**t in tight circles while he f****d her. Camille’s second o****m hit harder. Her whole body arched and a broken, keening moan ripped from her throat as her cunt spasmed around him, wet and loud. Thick juices squelched with every thrust.
Adrien flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up, and slammed back into her from behind. The new angle let him jam even deeper. Camille’s face pressed into the cushions, and her moans came out muffled and continuous. "mmph—ahh—f**k—yes" while his hips against her ass grew faster and harder.
“Take it,” he growled, voice rough. “Take every f*****g inch.”
Camille pushed back onto him, moaning loudly with every deep, wet thrust. “I am, ahh—your c**k feels so good in my hole, don’t stop, please—”
He fisted her hair and f****d her harder. The filthy wet sounds of his c**k driving into her dripping cunt mixed with her rising moans until the whole room was full of s*x noise, skin slapping, wet squelching, Camille’s broken cries of pleasure.
When she came a third time it was with a long, shaking moan that cracked into a sob of pure pleasure. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him. Adrien buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, c**k pulsing as he flooded her wet hole with thick spurts. The wet sound of him emptying into her was soft but clear.
They stayed locked together, both breathing hard. Camille’s soft, satisfied moans still slipped out every time his c**k twitched inside her. Adrien eventually eased out, and a trickle of his c*m followed, dripping down her thigh with a quiet, sticky sound.
He pulled her against his chest. Camille’s fingers traced over his skin as she let out one last soft, contented moan, still feeling the deep, satisfying ache of how thoroughly he’d just f****d her.
