Noon_Shadow
Corrupting Influence
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She was practically pinned in place beneath him. He wouldn't let her escape now, even if she wanted too. He as too far gone, and there was nothing, now, exactly for fucking. It was the most animal of insticts, almost mechanical, as hips thrust in, making a wet sound in her tight cunt accompanied by the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. The bed was squeaking slightly in prtoest, but he ignored it, tightening his grip on her hips to hold her in place as he used her hole for his pleasure.
oh, sure, he could be a caring lover. Sometimes. He liked for his women to cum for him, repeatedly. But this, this was different. This was about fucking. He wasn't even concerned with his own orgasm, really, just the need to fuck, roughly, harshly, thoroughly. Pounding away. His voice was a growl, his body was hot and sweaty, and the walls of hell echoed with the sounds of sex all around them, mingling moans and cries.
oh, sure, he could be a caring lover. Sometimes. He liked for his women to cum for him, repeatedly. But this, this was different. This was about fucking. He wasn't even concerned with his own orgasm, really, just the need to fuck, roughly, harshly, thoroughly. Pounding away. His voice was a growl, his body was hot and sweaty, and the walls of hell echoed with the sounds of sex all around them, mingling moans and cries.