"Ahh... ahh..." Sara moaned, her voice spilling out shaky and loud as she rolled her hips, my dick buried deep inside her, the heat of her pussy gripping me tight. The bed creaked under us, the dim lights of brothel overhead swaying faintly, casting shadows that danced across her flushed skin.
"Aahgghrh..." I groaned back, the sound ripping out of me, raw and low, her slick pussy walls squeezing my hardness, sending jolts through my whole body.
My hands shot to her ass—firm, warm under my grip—and I grabbed hold, guiding her movements, pulling her down harder as she rocked her pussy against my dick.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with sweat and her sharp perfume, the muffled thump of the brothel's music barely audible through the walls.
"Ahhh... so good... ahh..." she gasped, her face tilting up, eyes half-shut as she rode my dick, her hands splaying flat on my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her dark hair spilled wild over her shoulders, framing her as she moved, lost in it.
"Ahhrghh..." I groaned again, my breath ragged, my hips bucking up to meet her rhythm, the heat building fast.
Her boobs jiggled with every thrust—full, bare, bouncing up and down in the dim light, hypnotic and impossible to ignore.
My hands slid up from her ass, drawn to them, and I groped both of her boobs, squeezing hard. They felt soft, big, familiar—like Aeri's—and the thought hit me sharp, twisting something in my gut even as my fingers sank into her flesh.
"Ahhh... huhh..." she moaned, her voice turning frantic, high-pitched as she looked down at me, catching my hands on her. Her smirk flickered back, sly and taunting, her eyes glinting through the haze.
"Baby wants to touch my boobs, huh?" she said, her tone mocking, her hips still grinding, not missing a beat.
I locked eyes with her, my jaw tight, the question burning through the fog in my head.
"Do you even love Daniel at this point?" I asked, my voice rough, cutting through her moans, my hands still on her chest, feeling her heartbeat under my palms.
"Ahh... yes, I do—more than anyone... ahhh... I love him so much..." she said, her face flushing redder, her words tumbling out messy and wild as she went crazy on top of me.
Her eyes fluttered, her expression twisting with some fucked-up mix of lust and loyalty, her hips slamming down harder, taking my dick like she was proving something—to me, to herself, who knows.
"How does that even work, for God's sake—ahhh..." I said, my voice breaking as I slapped my hips up against her ass, my dick thrusting smooth and deep into her, the wet sound of us filling the room.
My hands dropped back to her ass, gripping tight, the absurdity of her answer gnawing at me even through the heat.
She leaned forward sudden, her hands shooting to my hair, clutching tight, yanking my head back as she moved her ass faster—up and down, relentless, driving me deeper.
"You don't have to meddle—ahh—in all that," she said, her voice sharp now, furious, her eyes blazing down at me. "You understand—ahhh...?" Her nails scraped my scalp, her thighs flexing around me, her control snapping back into place like a whip.
I gulped hard, my throat dry, my dick throbbing inside her as her words hit—half-threat, half-command.
My hands tightened on her hips, caught in her pace, my breath hitching as she stared me down, fierce and unyielding, her boobs still bouncing, her pussy still clenching, pulling my dick under whether I liked it or not.
"Open your mouth... ahh..." Sara said, her voice ragged and commanding as she rode my dick, her hips rolling hard, her pussy clenching tight around my hardened cock.
I obeyed her, my jaw dropping open, my mind blank to whatever the hell she'd do next. Her stockings rubbed against my sides.
She tilted down fast, her face hovering over mine, and then—*thu*—she spat right into my mouth, a wet, sudden shock that hit my tongue.
"This is for always talking back to me," she said, her voice low and venomous, her hips rocking harder now, slamming down with a vengeance. "Fucking child you are..." She flipped her hair back behind her neck with a quick toss, her eyes blazing down at me.
Her hand shot up, clamping over my mouth, sealing it shut with a rough press of her palm.
"Drink it, fucker," she ordered, her tone sharp, unrelenting, her fingers digging into my cheeks.
I gulped hard, the bitter taste sliding down my throat, my chest heaving under her. No arguing, no pushing back—just her rules, her game, and me caught in it.
Our movements turned frantic, erratic, the rhythm breaking as we rushed toward the edge. I grabbed her ass tighter, my fingers sinking deep into her flesh, and thrust up hard from below—sharp, brutal shots, my dick slamming into her, hitting her womb with every push.
The wet *slap, slap, slap* of our bodies echoed loud, drowning out the brothel's distant thump, the bed shaking like it might collapse under us.
"Arghhhhuhhh... ahh... ahh..." Sara moaned, her voice cracking, wild and crazy as she collapsed forward, laying over me, her bare boobs pressing into my chest, rubbing hot and soft against my skin.
"Yes... ahh... give me... ahh..." she gasped, her words tumbling out desperate, needy, her hips still grinding even as she clung to me.
"Arghh!" I groaned, my hands clutching her ass hard—my orgasm hitting, shooting all my semen deep inside her, hot and thick, filling her up.
The release ripped through me, my dick pulsing, my body jerking under her weight as I came.
"Ahhhhhhh..." she screamed, a piercing cry of pleasure tearing out of her as her own orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping tight around me, milking every drop.
Her body shivered hard—legs trembling against my hips, arms shaking as she hugged me tighter—her eyes rolling back, her breath hitching in sharp, broken gasps. The aftershocks rocked us both, her boobs still pressed to my chest, the slap of our skin fading into a heavy, panting silence as we lay there, tangled after our orgasms.