He f***s her like he hates her. Like he likes her. Like he's getting revenge on something. Like he can't decide which one is true. Every f**k punch is a moan out of her; high and desperate sounds she didn't know she could make.
The wet sound of him pounding into her fills the room, she sensed a slick noise with every stroke, she could hear her own wetness on his c**k.
The sound makes her face burn and her p***y grips him tighter.
“This sound is your juicy p***y begging for more.”
“Oh – god, yes! Keep going— please…” She pushes her ass back. Harder. Desperately seeking for more that her body jolts forward with every brutal thrust.
She feels it - A full body convulsion that she can't quite fully suppress – her back arches slightly off the floor, her legs tensed.
Her p***y clenches arou
