I reached under her again, found her clit, and rubbed firm circles over it while I kept fucking her with long, powerful strokes. My other hand stayed on her ass, alternately squeezing and spanking the thick flesh so I could watch it jiggle.
"You love it," I muttered. "You love the idea of me breeding you. Of walking around the penthouse with my cum dripping out of you while the others watch. Of your body changing because I couldn't stop filling this tight little pussy…"
Kayla pushed back to meet every thrust, her thick thighs trembling with the effort. "Maybe I do… fuck… keep talking… keep fucking me just like that…"
I leaned further over her, chest pressed to her back, and kissed along the side of her neck and shoulder while my hips kept moving. One hand stayed busy on her clit; the other slid up to roughly grope and squeeze her soft tits, pinching the nipples between my fingers.
