Mireya stared at herself, at the undeniable evidence of her own arousal. The sight of her own body reacting so violently to his touch, so intensely to his cruelty, was the final blow to her composure.
'It can't get any harder already...! Urghhhh...!'
"Your body is fucking trembling like crazy even though your boyfriend is literally next to you, hahahahahaha!!!"
She felt a sob of pure, overwhelmed lust rise in her throat, and she had to bite her own lip to keep from screaming as the trembling in her breasts intensified, making her feel like she was on the verge of a total, ecstatic breakdown.
Rex shifted his heavy, muscular frame, sitting up on the edge of the bed with a predatory grace. He grabbed Mireya by her waist and hauled her upward, forcing her to straddle his lap.
The position was devastating; she was perched directly atop his powerful thighs, her legs draped around his waist, putting her breasts at the perfect height for his assault. "There~!"
