"Ah—fuck—! N-not—mmm—! So—ah!—big!" Madeline's voice was a mess, her words cut off by moans, groans, the sound of her own pleasure betraying her.
"I—I hate—fuck—! How you—ah!—make me—feel—!"
I pressed my thumb against her asshole, the pressure making her body tense, her pussy clenching around my cock as I rammed into her, my hips slamming against hers with brutal force.
"You hate it…?" I taunted, my voice a growl, my fingers digging into her hips. "Then why's your pussy so fucking wet…?" I thrust deeper, my cock hitting her womb, the angle making her scream.
"Aaaaaah—fuck—! I—I can't—mmm—! Stop—ah!—fucking—me—!" Madeline's voice was a broken mess, her body trembling, her reflection in the mirror showing her lips parted, her eyes glazed with lust and submission.
The sound of our bodies—skin slapping, her pussy squelching, my balls hitting her ass—filled the room, obscene and intoxicating.
