The grip she has on the pew is, at this point, the tips of her fingers grazing the rotten down wood, arm stretched out so she can catch herself if she absolutely has to. But she's his, she's all his. He has a grip on her arm and those thrusts are driving her to the edge of an orgasm with every push forward.
It feels like he's splitting her in half, and you can throw her in horny jail because this is just her type, honestly. Something to make her walk funny tomorrow. Between the restraints, the finger in her arsehole acting like a hook, his relentless pace - they fill the chapel with all sorts of frantic sounds. Her panted breaths, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the squelching slickness of her cunt, her moans and his grunts.
He doesn't need to last longer, because Ea sure as fuck doesn't. It feels like an eternity, but it is at best a few minutes of that intense pace before she gives up trying to catch herself and just brings that hand down to slap her clit a few times. That's the last edge she needs, and she shatters with a sharp and breathless cry, coming hard and wet and messy.
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Date: 2024-09-10 04:10 pm (UTC)It feels like he's splitting her in half, and you can throw her in horny jail because this is just her type, honestly. Something to make her walk funny tomorrow. Between the restraints, the finger in her arsehole acting like a hook, his relentless pace - they fill the chapel with all sorts of frantic sounds. Her panted breaths, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the squelching slickness of her cunt, her moans and his grunts.
He doesn't need to last longer, because Ea sure as fuck doesn't. It feels like an eternity, but it is at best a few minutes of that intense pace before she gives up trying to catch herself and just brings that hand down to slap her clit a few times. That's the last edge she needs, and she shatters with a sharp and breathless cry, coming hard and wet and messy.