By pulling her open so drastically, he removed any remaining friction that might have slowed him down. He was able to drive his cock into her with a terrifying, unobstructed velocity.
The impact was visceral. He pounded into her with such violent, unrelenting force that Petricia's upper body was slammed flat against the mattress, her chest crushed against the sheets as he used her as a landing pad for his heavy thrusts.
"Is that what your boring ass husband does?!" he sneered, the insult punctuated by a sickeningly deep lunge that made her entire frame shudder. "Does he treat you like a cheap roadside motel?!"
"Or does he keep you tucked away like some dusty antique in a museum?"
"Ahhh! Nnnngh! Mike... please!" Petricia sobbed, her face mashed into the pillow, her voice vibrating through the fabric.
The sheer brutality of the movement was stripping her of her humanity, turning her into nothing but a receptacle for his rage and passion.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
