The intensity in the room had transcended mere sex; it had become a fever dream of friction and sound. Mike was operating at a level of pure, unbridled ferocity, his thrusts becoming so rapid and so heavy that the entire bed seemed to groan under the rhythmic assault.
He was no longer just fucking Haruka; he was trying to conquer her, his massive hips slamming into her glutes with a sound like a wet drumbeat.
THWACK SLOP! THWACK SLOP! THWACK SLOP!
Haruka was a wreck of pure sensation. Her fingers were buried deep in the mattress, her knuckles white, as her body was tossed back and forth by the sheer momentum of his lunges.
Her screams had lost all structure, dissolving into a continuous, high-pitched, melodic wail of ecstasy.
"AAAAAHHHH! MIKE! MIKE! MIKE! OH GOD, IT'S TOO FAST! AHHHH! YES! HARDER! BREAK ME! AHHHHHH!"
