Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Look at you," Mike panted, his muscles bulging with exertion as he drove into her. "Torn open, squeezed tight, and taking it like a fucking pro."
"You love this position, don't you? You love being used like this!"
"YES!! AHHH!! YES!!" Aveline shrieked, her hips bucking wildly against his hand.
The new positions were overwhelming, each one offering a different flavor of ecstasy that left her gasping for air. She was a mess of sweat, cum, and arousal, her body vibrating with the intensity of Mike's relentless, athletic assault on her pleasure.
The rhythm of their coupling had reached a fever pitch, a chaotic symphony of wet slaps and desperate cries. Aveline was completely lost to her instincts, her body seeking any possible way to increase the contact, to feel more of him.
