The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, musk, and the raw, unmistakable aroma of sex. Rex was in a state of pure, predatory euphoria.
To maximize the sheer force of his impact, he reached around her, his massive hands sliding under her breasts to cup and squeeze them firmly. He used her tits as leverage, pulling her body back against his hips so he could drive his cock into her with even more devastating depth.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Every thrust was a violent collision of flesh, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to shake the very foundation of the bed. "HNNGGGHHNNN~! AHHNNN~!"
"So, tell me more about this anniversary, Mireya," Rex teased, his voice a low, vibrating growl against her neck as he continued his relentless assault. "What kind of celebration are we talking about?"
"Should we mark the day you finally surrendered your soul to a real man?"
