That was all Demian needed. His lust shot through the roof, his thrusts turning even rougher. He seized her hips in a bruising grip, slamming into her with reckless abandon.
"Fuck, I love it when you get like this. Don't stop, Val. Drive me fucking crazy!" he snarled.
They collided breaths ragged, insults flying, hands and mouths greedy and wild. Valerie wasn't passive anymore, she fought him for control, biting, scratching, hurling vulgar taunts that only made Demian hungrier.
The room filled with the chaotic sounds of the sofa creaking, flesh slapping, and the raw, guttural cries of two people lost in savage pleasure.
Now, it was Valerie who dominated in her own way aggressive, filthy-mouthed, and fearless and Demian was nothing but stoked, unable to get enough of her wildness.
It was a ruthless contest now Valerie shoving Demian back, grinding against him, her voice a string of obscenities and filthy challenges.
