Madeline's whole body trembled, a broken, messy moan tearing out of her throat. "F-FUCK—Dexter—! I—I hate you—ah!—fuck—!" she cursed, words cutting off in a scream as I rammed my cock straight into her womb, the angle making her see stars.
The mirror showed everything—the way her tits bounced wildly, her pussy lips stretched thin around my cock, her juices coating my balls and dripping in a shiny puddle below. She was such a filthy, cock-starved slut, her walls fluttering and pulsing like she couldn't get enough.
I didn't slow down for shit. I kept fucking her harder, my cock pistoning in and out of that tight, greedy pussy with punishing strokes, the obscene PHTTT-PHTTT-PHTTT-PHTTT noises bouncing off the walls as I claimed her, owned her, reminded her who the fuck her body belonged to.
