The thrusts became faster, deeper, more insistent—curling and scraping against her inner walls with relentless precision while his thumb brushed over her swollen clit through the soaked fabric.
"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"
The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy were barely masked by the table, but only she could hear them clearly.
Nadia's eyes widened in panic. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as her body shook harder than ever.
The pleasure-pain was overwhelming, her innocent mind reeling with shame and confusion while her pussy clenched and leaked even more around her son's invading fingers.
But more than that, something else was building inside her right now.
Earlier it had been just feelings of pleasure and electricity going through her body that made her crouch over and made her heart race at an unbelievable rate.
