Her pussy clamped down like a locked jaw, squirting in hard, rhythmic jets that sprayed his thighs, the sheets, her own inner legs. Another orgasm pulled through her without asking permission — violent, sudden, her boobs bouncing so hard that milk sprayed her own chin.
He didn't stop.
He 'flipped' her.
One smooth motion — her body lifted, rotated, placed — and she was on all fours, ass up, face pressed into the ruined pillow, back arched so deep her spine curved like a drawn bow.
Doggy. Her bound wrists offered now as handles.
He grabbed both of them together — one large grip behind her — and used them like reins to 'yank' her back onto his cock.
PAH! PAAAH! PAH!
"HIEEKK~!! NNfh~!! AHH—NGHH~!!"
