I hooked my fingers around her left ankle mid-ride, grip locking like iron around slick, trembling skin, and yanked her leg high in one savage pull.

Her knee bent sharp, thigh quivering uncontrollably as I forced her foot over my shoulder and slammed it against the sofa backrest. The leather groaned under the impact, a deep, wet creak vibrating through the frame.

Cool air rushed between her spread thighs, brushing her exposed pussy—lips already swollen and parted, inner folds glistening deep pink under the shifting neon, slick cream coating every crease.

A thick drop of her arousal broke free, trailing slow and hot down the inside of her thigh before falling onto my chest.

Both hands clamped her waist, fingers sinking deep into soft, yielding flesh, nails carving angry red crescents that welled tiny beads of blood under the colored lights.

I held her suspended—ass lifted, pussy stretched impossibly wide around my buried cock, inner walls clamped in a scorching, pulsing vise, heat pouring off her like a furnace. The scent of her—raw musk, salt, and slick cream—filled my lungs until I could taste her on every breath.

Then I made it happen.

My cock swelled inside her—growing thicker, longer, veins bulging like hot steel cables, the flared head widening until it forced her entrance to burn white at the edges. She felt every impossible inch of the expansion, her walls stretching to their absolute limit, yielding in fiery, reluctant pulses.

"EEEEEEEE—!" A single, piercing scream tore from her throat, raw and shaking, echoing off the glass walls.

I gave her no time to adjust.

My hips snapped upward—brutal, relentless pistoning, driving my now-monstrous shaft into her with punishing force. Her ass crashed against my thighs on every downstroke, cheeks rippling in violent waves, skin blooming deeper crimson with each impact.

Her pussy made obscene, wet sounds around me—thick, creamy squelches as I pulled back, then sharp, gushing splashes when I slammed home.

From this angle everything was exposed, mercilessly visible: My cock—glistening with her cream, veins throbbing angrily, head flared wide and purple-red—stretching her entrance so thin the rim looked painted on.

On every withdrawal her pussy clung desperately, inner lips dragging outward in slick pink rings, hole gaping open for a heartbeat—inner walls fluttering, desperate, dripping thick strands of arousal that stretched and snapped before falling hot across my stomach.

Then I drove back in, burying myself to the root, her lips sealing tight around my base, juices forced out in pressurized arcs that sprayed across the leather and my thighs.

Her raised leg shook violently beside my head—calf flexed hard, muscles twitching, toes curled tight, heel grinding into the sofa back as she fought for leverage. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, heavy and slick with sweat, nipples dark and stiff, tracing frantic arcs in the air.

I tightened my grip on her waist, bruising deeper, and forced her down to meet every upward slam, controlling the rhythm completely—lifting her slightly on the withdrawal, then yanking her down as I surged up, spearing her so deep her whole body jerked.

The sofa creaked and shifted beneath us, seams straining, cushions sinking into the growing pool of her release.

Her cries never broke—high, frantic, breathless "Eeee—! Eeee—!"—shrill enough to cut glass, vibrating through my bones with every punishing stroke. Sweat flew from her skin, catching the neon in shimmering droplets.

Again my cock swelled—impossibly larger, forcing another raw stretch inside her. Her walls spasmed in protest and surrender, clamping down in rhythmic, milking waves, trying to take the new girth.

Juices poured out around the seal, thick and creamy, coating my shaft, running in rivers down my balls, soaking everything beneath us.

The view was hypnotic, obscene: Withdrawal—slow, deliberate pull—shaft emerging inch by glistening inch, coated in frothy white, her entrance gaping wider than ever, inner pink glistening and pulsing.

Then the slam—full-length drive—cock vanishing completely, her lips stretched to breaking, juices exploding outward in hot, messy sprays.

Over and over. Harder. Faster.

The leather split along a seam with a sharp rip, cushions drowning deeper in the flood of her arousal. The air was nothing but heat, salt, and the overwhelming scent of her ruined body taking everything I gave.

No pause. No mercy. Just endless, split-open, one-leg-high ruin—her pussy molded perfectly to my swollen cock, inner walls spasming in constant, desperate surrender, her screams ringing in my ears as I claimed every last inch of her again and again.

I kept her leg pinned high beside my head, my fingers locked around her ankle like a vise, the slick skin hot and pulsing under my grip.

Her calf brushed my cheek with every tremor, muscles spasming wildly, toes splayed and curled in frantic waves.

My other hand clamped her waist, fingers digging brutal crescents into her flesh, bruising deep purple, pulling her down to meet every savage upward thrust.

The sofa screamed beneath us—leather splitting with sharp, wet tears, wooden frame cracking as I drove into her harder, cushions sinking into the growing flood of her release.

My cock swelled again—impossible, monstrous, veins throbbing like molten steel, the flared head widening until it forced her entrance to burn raw. She felt every ruthless pulse of growth, her inner walls stretching to their breaking point, scorching heat clamping down in desperate, fluttering surrender.

Her orgasm built like a storm—slow, inexorable, devastating.

First tremor: A subtle ripple deep inside her, walls fluttering in tiny, teasing spasms, milking me with soft, wet pulses. Her juices thickened, turning creamy, coating my shaft in glistening white, dripping in heavy, slow drops down my balls.

Second wave: The clench deepened, inner pink rippling in visible waves, squeezing along every bulging vein. Her raised thigh quivered harder, muscles locking tight against my face. Hotter floods poured out, soaking my pelvis, running in slick rivers over the ruined leather.

Third surge: Her clit swelled visibly—pearl-hard, throbbing—grinding against my base with every deep slam. Her breasts heaved wildly, nipples stiff and dark, sweat flying in shimmering arcs.

Her cries climbed—"Eeee—! Eeee—!"—higher, breathless, edged with raw desperation.

I gave her no reprieve—pounding faster, deeper, hips snapping with brutal precision, cock buried to the hilt on every stroke, forcing her stretched walls to mold perfectly around me. Juices sprayed in messy arcs, scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating, filling every breath.

Fourth coil: Her whole body began to shake—leg trembling violently, toes spreading wide in surrender. Pussy pulsing in rhythmic, vise-like squeezes, release-clamp-release, gushing thicker, hotter streams that splashed across my stomach and thighs.

Fifth surge: She teetered on the edge—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent gasp, inner walls spasming in frantic, milking waves. Juices flooded endlessly, soaking everything beneath us in scalding heat.

I slammed deeper—one final, punishing rhythm—cock swelling to its absolute limit, head battering her deepest walls, stretching her beyond reason.

And then she shattered.

Her pussy detonated around me—convulsing in violent, endless waves, clamping down so hard it nearly locked me in place.

Thick, creamy jets squirted in powerful arcs, soaking my chest, the sofa, the floor—hot, relentless floods that steamed in the cool air.

Her scream ripped through the night—"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!"—high-pitched, unbroken, vibrating through my bones as her body arched and seized.

At the same moment, my own release erupted—cock pulsing hard, flooding her with thick, scalding ropes of cum, pumping deep into her spasming depths.

It overflowed instantly, mixing with her release in glistening white streams that poured out around my shaft, dripping in heavy globs down my balls, pooling beneath us.

Our bodies locked together—cock buried to the root, her pussy still milking in rhythmic, shuddering waves, every pulse drawing out more of my release, every clench forcing another gush from her.

Sweat-slick skin fused, heat scorching, scent of cum and musk overwhelming.

The sofa gave one final, splintering crack beneath us—leather torn open, cushions drowned in our combined release—as we came together in endless, shattering unison, bodies trembling, fused, lost in the white-hot ruin we'd made.

No end. Just the slow, pulsing aftershocks—her walls fluttering softly around me, my cock still throbbing deep inside, both of us drenched, spent, and utterly claimed.

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