I pounded Isabel's asshole with an uncontrolled rhythm. My hips pistoned back and forth wildly, creating a loud, rhythmic slapping sound each time my thighs slammed against her buttocks. The wet, squelching noise from my cock sliding in and out of her ass, now slick with our combined fluids, grew filthier, louder.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Schlorp! Schlorp!
Isabel, now limp and exhausted, could only take it. Her body jolted and shook with each brutal thrust.
Her head hung low, sweat-drenched black hair obscuring her face, which was pressed against the floor. Only faint moans and gasps escaped her open mouth, signs she was still conscious, still feeling every sensation.
"Ah... ah... aah... Adam... I can't... I'm going to faint..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and nearly drowned out by my own grunts and the sound of our bodies colliding.
But I didn't care. I was close. The pressure building at the base of my stomach had peaked. Heat crept up my spine, signaling the impending eruption.
