Only the thick, veiny cock owning Bella's pussy with every savage stroke.
Only the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
Only the bouncing of her tits, the scrape of nails on skin, the animal growls in her ear, and the unbearable, exquisite promise that very soon she would shatter around him completely—and never be the same again.
"Ahhh…"
"Ohhh…"
"Ughhh… fuck…"
Bella's moans spilled out unchecked, each one filthier and louder than the last, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.
Her fingers dug into the back of Ross's neck, nails biting into his skin as she hauled her upper body forward, desperate to see the obscene place where their bodies joined.
The sight stole what little breath she had left.
Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit around Ross's enormous cock, the delicate pink folds pulled taut and gleaming under the low light.
