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Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.

Your orgasm hit you like a thunderbolt—violent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.

Your hands pushed at his chest—weak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. “Slow d-down!”

He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightly—enough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.

His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your face—overwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

His name on your lips—pleading, desperate—made his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.

“Oh, god!”