Her cunt pulsed around me, hot and wet, almost milking me already. I pulled back and slammed forward again, the sound of wet flesh colliding echoing in the room. The rhythm was brutal, raw, filling the air with nothing but her moans and my grunts.
"Yesss," she moaned, head dropping forward, hair spilling over her face like a curtain. "Just like that, Evan—fuck me like you hate me. Make me forget Tom ever existed."
I snapped my hips, pounding into her harder. My cock pistoned in and out, coated in her slick. Every stroke was obscene, wet, loud, filthy. It was the kind of sound you could never mistake for anything else—her pussy swallowing me whole and begging for more.
"Goddamn…" I hissed, leaning over her back, sweat dripping off my jaw onto her shoulders. "You feel… unbelievable. So fucking tight."
Kim's voice cracked with a moan that was halfway to a scream. "You're hitting spots Tom never even touched—ohhh, fuck! I can't believe I wasted so many years on that limp dick."
