I didn't need to be told twice. I locked my fingers into her pubic hair again, keeping a firm, constant tension on it, pulling her pelvis directly into mine while my other hand brutally kneaded her giant fake tit. I abandoned all rhythm, turning the sex into a hard, primal assault. I pounded into her with everything I had left, my vision blurring from the sheer, suffocating heat of her walls. Every single thrust was deep, bottoming out against her cervix, turning her skin a bright, flushed crimson from her chest down to her thighs.
The bathroom was a warzone of noise… the heavy thud of the toilet tank shaking against the wall, the messy, liquid slapping of skin on skin, and Penelope's constant, shameless screaming as her mind completely melted under the onslaught. She was entirely undone, her dominant facade completely broken as she clung to me like a lifeline, her head tossing from side to side.
