Aurelia's face was buried halfway into the pillow, her muffled screams echoing strangely through the fabric. Her mind was a chaotic battlefield where her pride was losing a war against her biology.
'I hate him... I fucking hate him!' she screamed internally, even as her hips involuntarily bucked upward to meet his next thrust. 'But he keeps grinding it against my sweet spots over and over!'
'Every time I think I've found a rhythm, he shifts just enough to hit that spot again—that spot that makes my legs go weak!'
'And with him gripping my arms from behind like this... I can't get away from the pleasure at all!'
'I'm trapped in it! I'm trapped in his cock!'
Her body was convulsing in small, rapid spasms—pre-orgasmic tremors that she couldn't suppress. Her cunt was clenching around him like a desperate fist, milking him with every frantic heartbeat.
SQUISH PLAP SQUISH PLAP!
