The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin and the heavy, synchronized sounds of their breathing. Rex was a force of nature, a relentless engine of pleasure that refused to let Mireya catch her breath.
As they remained locked in that fierce, carnal kiss, Rex dominated every sensation. He wasn't just thrusting; he was stirring her very soul, his massive cock feeling as though it were reaching up to massage her internal organs, swirling and pressing against her most sensitive spots with every deep, punishing drive.
'He's stirring me up...! He's stirring up my insides...!'
"Hnngghh~ Haahhh~! Bleerrgghh~!"
Mireya was lost in the sensation of his tongue. Her own tongue met his with a desperate, hungry ferocity, dancing and swirling in a frantic attempt to match his intensity.
It was a silent, liquid conversation of lust, a battle of tongues that only heightened the overwhelming heat between her legs. 'My tongue won't stop making out with his...'
