Gezza plunged into her, the distended tip of his penis crashing against the lips of her womb with each savage stroke.
"Oooo—ahhh!" Her scream was sharp, bouncing off black glass. Vines crept over the stone bed, wet and tossing, leaves falling wetly, sap flying in hot drops.
Her spine scratched the slab and shot up. The snapping of Gezza hips was more slap-slap-slap, the dirty schlick of her cunt sucking him in and throttling the hissing of the lamp. His fingers pierced her waist, ash-grey flesh wet with sap and sweat, nails cut moons of crescent.
Fuck-- she moaned, with shredded voice.
His knees were scalded, scraping against intractable rock. This is a sore thing, he growled between set teeth, though without slackening pace.
He pushed further, throbbing cock, her walls sealing like a vice. Vines were wrapping round and round his hips, and tugging him in, every inch.
