Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin
The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of s*x and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.
He pulls back slightly, then slams her forward again, driving her hips into the wall. The impact makes her gasp, a choked sound lost in the overall chaos. He feels the tight grip of her p***y, the way it swallows him
