Hana couldn't control the sounds anymore. Each thrust punched them out of her lungs—raw, desperate noises that weren't quite screams and weren't quite moans. Something in between. Something that spoke to every nerve ending firing at once.
The pleasure was there. Small but growing. A treacherous warmth spreading from her tiny entrance through her core. Her body adapting. Learning to accommodate. Learning to 'want'.
'My daughter is three feet away. She's filming this. She's watching me take cock in my ass like some... like some...'
The shame should have killed any arousal. Should have dried her up completely.
Instead, when Raven's thumb dug cruelly into her hip bone and his cock slammed against that bundle of nerves deep inside, Hana felt electricity fork through her spine.
SQUELCH.
The sound was obscene. Wet and biological. The sound of a body being used past its limits.
Min-jung couldn't stop herself from zooming in.
