The call was quickly hung up, and Adrian's hands returned to grip Christine's waist, fucking her with deliberate, measured strokes.
He slowed down but thrust harder, engorged cockhead grinding against her tender flesh as if trying to with deliberate, measured strokes. Christine's waist trembled in pain, and his hands slid downward, and with one violent pull - rip - her thong was torn apart.
The lace fabric, completely soaked through, fell to the couch. The pearl that had been attached to the thin string bounced onto her pussy, making Christine moan softly as another rush of wetness gushed out.
His hands pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, fingers clearly defined, each thrust methodical and forceful like a butcher with his prey. She could even feel her belly slightly bulging with each penetration, taking the shape of his cock.
After a while, as if bored, his hands moved upward to roughly grab her nipples, violently pulling them outward.
