The studio had transformed into a chaotic, sweat-slicked arena of pure, unadulterated lust. Time had lost all meaning; there was no clock, no schedule, only the relentless, driving rhythm of Mike's massive cock and the unending, melodic screams of the two women he had utterly possessed.
The heart-shaped symbols in Ellie's and Haruka's eyes pulsed with a rhythmic, pink light, synchronized to the heavy, wet thuds of Mike's hips.
Mike was a relentless engine of pleasure, switching between them with the predatory efficiency of a king claiming his territory.
He started by flipping Ellie onto her hands and knees, forcing her into a deep, primal doggy style position. He gripped her waist, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and drove himself into her from behind with a force that made her entire body lurch forward.
THWACK! SQUELCH! THWACK!
"OH GOD, MIKE! RIGHT THERE! DEEPER! AHHHHH!" Ellie's voice was a ragged, desperate wail.
