"Ahhh, ahh, huhh, stop... Ahh, ahh, please... stop, ahhh..." Viana moaned, sounding like she was on the verge of begging. She looked at herself in the mirror with teary eyes.
But those weren't tears of pain. No, it was the intense pleasure Kevin was delivering with each passionate thrust of his hips that brought those tears. His manhood was deep inside her, making her lose herself in ecstasy.
Her reflection in the mirror showed a face that had once oozed confidence and allure. Now, it was a disheveled sight. Her golden hair clung to her sweaty face, giving her an appearance of someone who had just finished a tough workout. And, at that moment, she was desperately wishing for a break.
Unfortunately, she was still under the control of the person calling the shots – Kevin. His strong arm held her own arms, pushing them back, and she remained in place, only swaying with each one of his thrusts.
