Fourth floor...
*Chuuu... Chuuu... Chuuuu...*
Fruela's back slammed hard against the rough stone wall, wrists crushed above her head in Leon's iron grip. His mouth fucked hers slow and nasty... tongue shoving deep, then pulling back to suck her fat lower lip like he owned it. He bit down, tugged it out until it stretched obscene and pink, then let it snap back with a wet smack. Over and over, like he was training her mouth to take whatever he gave.
His other hand was already on her tit, grinding the hard nipple through her top with rough circles. Every twist made her thighs jerk, pussy clenching on nothing as more slick cunt-juice leaked out. The crotch of her brown pants was soaked through now... dark, shameful stains spreading wide, the sharp smell of her dripping pre-cum thick in the air.
"Anhhh~... Anhh~..." she whined into his mouth, voice cracking every time he yanked her lip or pinched that stiff little bud.
