No words needed to be spoken from either of them. The only thing she COULD properly verbalize was either his name or incomprehensible babblings of having needed this. Her mind only focused on the raw speed at which he was driving into her.
It felt as if multiple lengths of bugcock had been shoved +
It felt as if multiple lengths of bugcock had been shoved +
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At some point she had looked up at him– ruby hues glazed over with lust, before she had bitten down into his shoulder. Trying her best +
There would be no doubt he'd be marked up a good amount by the time he finally finished using her like this.
Even if it took hours, she wasn't letting go either. Especially not in the long +
How often was it that she came across such an incredibly virile male like this? To where she didn't have to even think, only let herself be bred?