The impact, the full ten inches driven in by gravity, was a punch. Her body, small and compact, absorbed the force. Her breasts, heavy, swung upward and came down. The milk, from both nipples, sprayed.
He fucked her. Lifting and dropping. The rhythm, the 'I-am-using-your-body-weight-to-fuck-you' rhythm, was relentless.
PAH. PAH. PAH.
"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! YOUNG—♡♡!! LORD—♡♡♡!! PLEASE—♡♡♡♡!! SLOW—♡♡♡♡!! DOWN—♡♡♡♡!!"
He did not slow down. His hands, on her hips, controlled the pace. Up. Down. Up. Down. The PAH of impact, the AAAAHH of screams, the SQUELCH of cock in cum-filled pussy, filled the bathroom.
"How much?" he asked. His voice, steady despite the rhythm, was conversational.
"What—♡♡!!?" she gasped, her voice broken by the thrusts.
"How much have you embezzled?" he asked. Each word, delivered with a thrust, was a question and a pound.
"I—♡♡!! Don't—♡♡!! Know—♡♡♡!!" she screamed.
