She accelerated even more, her hips moving in a frantic, blurring rhythm, her kisses becoming more desperate and hungry as she prepared to receive the ultimate benediction from her dark god.
The air in the room was no longer human; it was the atmosphere of a breeding chamber, thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and the overwhelming aroma of a woman's release.
Rex, seeing her desperation, decided to end the game. He stopped being the passive recipient of her worship and became the predator once more.
He reached up, his massive hands grabbing her waist with such force that his fingers sank deep into her soft flesh, and he began to buck his hips upward. He wasn't just riding her anymore; he was fucking her with a violent, piston like speed that was almost too much for her to bear.
THUD PLAP! THUD PLAP! THUD PLAP!
