Pak.
The sharp slap of Ross' hips against Bella's plush mound echoed through the room.
Pak.
Pak.
Pak.
He set a merciless pace immediately—fast, deep, punishing.
Each thrust drove his thick cock straight into the mouth of her womb, his heavy balls smacking wetly against her ass.
Her perfect, swollen pussy mound—fat and glistening with their combined fluids—acted like the softest, most obscene cushion, absorbing the full force of his body as he crashed into her again and again.
Bella's head fell back against the pillow, mouth open in a silent scream as the sudden onslaught reignited every raw nerve ending inside her.
Her hands scrabbled weakly at the soaked sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as her body jolted with every brutal impact.
"Oh—fuck—Ross—!" she managed to choke out, voice hoarse from earlier screaming.
He didn't answer with words. He just fucked her harder.
Sweat dripped from his brow, landing in hot droplets on her bouncing breasts.
