"Harder," she demanded. I threw her over and got up.
Now on her back, legs spread wide. I drove into her deep and relentless.
The new position let me hit that spot inside her that made her eyes roll.
I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, pounding harder, the sound of our bodies loud in the tiny metal room.
Elara's nails raked down my back, drawing blood.
She bit my shoulder to muffle her screams while taking my monstrosity rhythmically. She came again, pussy spasming wildly around my cock, milking me.
But she wasn't done, she wanted me throughout the night if she had to.
"Turn me over and fuck me." She panted.
I pulled out and she got on all fours, slender waist arched, ass presented like an offering.
I gripped her hips that thrusted back in, burying my cock to the hilt. The new angle was even tighter.
I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, one hand reaching around to rub her clit.
