I started pounding Kali even harder, turning her already sopping, messy pussy into a dripping, slick ruin—each stroke dragging more of that warm, salty slickness out from between her thighs until the whole place was a leaking, wet disaster. The sound of skin on skin, the wet slap and the tiny squelches, filled the air and matched the rhythm of my heart pounding against my ribs.
Her vaginal walls felt like they were trying to swallow me whole. They clamped and tugged with a greedy, almost possessive pressure that made my hips feel like they were being held in place by invisible hands. Every time I pulled back and shoved forward again, it was like breaking through a tender, resisting membrane—sweet pain and pleasure braided together. The sensation of fucking her was so intense it kept robbing me of air and my knees threatened to go weak from how much it hit me, not just physically but all the way into the head.
