"Dark, Jyp" Fyre mumbled as he drove his shaft inward until he slapped up against my arse which was roughly slapping.
I moaned and pushed back, trying to get more of him inside of me.
I was so lost in pleasure, and in the way it felt as if his shaft sunk into my hole.
It was fast and furious. I couldn't keep it. It was as if he were trying to teach me a lesson as he tore through my insides.
Fyre fisted the remains of my tore shirt that were hanging on me, as he leaned over me.
He drove his hips back and forth.
The grip of my hungry hole milked his shaft with my every movement.
I wanted more.
"More, Fyre. Pound into me like an animal. You don't have to stop until I'm crying from being torn over."
I want him to treat me as nothing, but his plaything.
He reached underneath me and grasped my shaft, in a tight grip.
I was hard and as his hand moved over the head he felt the wet slickness.
