Throughout the act, Norris was crying.
It probably wasn't because of pain. Her face was a mix of emptiness and bewilderment. Tears kept dripping from her dazed eyes. When the movements got more intense, she would frown and gasp softly, as if unable to bear his fierceness.
At such moments, Trenton could hardly contain himself.
His self-control of a lifetime also crumbled at these moments. He hadn't planned on taking too long at first, but in the end he couldn't help it. He gripped her waist tightly and thrust deeply into her.
They did it three times on the couch. When Trenton carried her into the bathroom to clean up, he couldn't resist entering her again as she leaned against the smooth bathroom wall. This indulgence felt out of control; every quiver and pant from the woman seemed like a seductive invitation for him to continue indulging unabated, as if he could never stop.
