Isolde's smirk widened as she ground her hips on him again, feeling him throb back to life inside her.
"Ohhh~ still hard? Good."
Oliver growled, flipping her suddenly and pressing her against the slick wooden wall of the tub.
"W-Wha—ahhhhnnn~!" she gasped as he slid into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other fisting her wet hair.
SCHLKK! SPLSHH! SCHLK! SCHLK!
The water churned violently as he railed her, his hips slapping hard against her perfect ass.
"Mmmhhh—hahhh—yes! Ravage me—Oliver—!"
"Shut up," he growled, biting her shoulder before sucking hard on her neck.
Slrrrp—nip—chuuhhh—
"Ahhhhhh! Y-you're leaving marks—"
"Good," he hissed, thrusting deeper. "I want everyone to know you're mine."
Her moans turned shamelessly loud, her nails scraping against the wood as her pussy squeezed him like a vice.
Squelch—schlk—splat—splshhh—
"You're gonna make me cum again—!" Oliver grunted, slamming harder.
