The smirk on his face widened as his mind screamed with exhilaration:
The thrust was powerful enough to rock Claire’s upper body forward.
Her full breasts bounced wildly, their heavy curves jiggling with every shockwave of his thrusts, the pink nipples pointing stiffly forward as if begging for attention.
Claire’s voice cracked into helpless, high-pitched moans, her words dissolving into incoherence.
"Ahhh—ahhh, n-noo, I... ahhh—mmmnnghh—ohhh!" Her cries of pleasure filled the room, lewd and shameless, betraying the carnal hunger she could no longer hide.
Damien leaned forward, his eyes burning with lust as he reached for her swaying breasts.
His hands cupped them firmly, squeezing the soft, supple flesh with possessive hunger.
His thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples, before he tugged them between his fingers, pulling and teasing them until Claire’s back arched with another cry.
"Ahhhh! D-Damiennnn!" she wailed, shuddering under him.
Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, releasing another gush of hot juices that squirted out between their joined bodies.
The fluids splashed messily against Damien’s toned torso, hot droplets sliding down his abs, mixing with the sheen of sweat coating his skin. But he didn’t stop—not for a second.
His hips pistoned with rhythm, each thrust driving deep, splitting her apart in a way that made her scream louder and louder.
Every stroke churned her insides, milking his cock with desperate tightness.
Her juices sprayed with each movement, splattering across his skin, dripping onto the sheets, creating a lewd, soaking mess beneath them.
And Damien relished it. He thrusted harder, deeper, the smirk on his face sharpened with every sound of her moaning submission, every squirt of her lust coating his cock, every bounce of her breasts in his greedy hands.
Claire’s body jolted as Damien drove deeper, and his own control faltered for a moment.
"Ugh..." He grunted, the raw sound rumbling from his throat, then leaned over her, one hand clamping down gently but firmly over her mouth.
"You’ll wake Nora up..." he muttered against her ear, his breath hot, rough, teasing. "You should be more quiet."
His words sank into her fogged mind, but she couldn’t even nod properly—her body was too overwhelmed by the delicious invasion inside her.
Her muffled whimpers vibrated against his palm, fueling his hunger further.
For a fleeting second, Damien’s gaze shifted sideways.
His eyes narrowed, glancing over at the nearby figure lying under the covers. Nora.
She was still there, her chest rising and falling slowly, her lips slightly parted in sleep.
She hadn’t stirred at all. She hadn’t twitched. She hadn’t made a single noise.
"Strange..." he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly, a faint curl tugging at the corner of his lips. "She didn’t wake up even now... is she really that drunk?"
A strange glint flashed across his eyes as he smirked down at Claire beneath him, her body trembling uncontrollably under every thrust.
Then—suddenly—he felt it. Her inner walls clamped down on him all at once, tight, hot, dripping, milking him as though her body refused to let him go.
His cock pulsed inside her and a guttural grunt tore from his chest.
"Fuck..." he hissed under his breath, the sensation threatening to undo him.
Not willing to lose control, Damien pulled back sharply—almost all the way out—before slamming back into her with even more force.
The impact rocked Claire’s body, shoving her deeper into the sheets, her legs trembling and toes curling.
"Mmhhmmm!!" Her moan came out desperate, muffled beneath his palm.
But she wasn’t quiet. Even through his hand, her voice spilled out—raw, soaked in lust.
So Damien silenced her another way. He crashed his lips against hers, his kiss rough, devouring, swallowing every sound she tried to let escape.
His tongue invaded her mouth the same way his cock pounded her pussy—without mercy, claiming every inch of her.
Her muffled cries of pleasure dissolved against his mouth, her body arching into his thrusts, helpless to resist.
Pah!
Pah!
Pah!
The sound of their flesh colliding echoed shamelessly in the room.
Wet, smacking noises filled the air, mixing with the lewd squelch of Claire’s love juices flooding out with every thrust.
Each slap of skin against skin only grew louder, sharper, filthier.
Her nectar splattered against his thighs, against the sheets, making the rhythm of their coupling even more obscene.
And still—he didn’t slow down.
Claire’s entire body quivered beneath him, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.
Her hands shot up and clung desperately to Damien’s back, her nails curling against his skin as though he were her only anchor in the storm of ecstasy.
Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, her face flushed and soaked with sweat.
A broken, throaty moan slipped from her lips, loud and needy—though most of it was swallowed by Damien’s relentless kiss pressing down against her mouth.
"S-something’s... coming..." she whispered shakily against his lips, her voice barely audible, but full of desperation.
She clutched at him even tighter, her nails digging deep into his flesh until angry red marks were carved along his back.
Damien grunted from the sting, the pain shooting through him sharp and sudden.
But he ignored it. The white-hot pleasure of pounding into her tight, soaking depths drowned out everything else.
The sensation was maddening, consuming, far more intoxicating than any pain.
Then—
"Ahhh!"
A sudden gush of hot fluids sprayed out from Claire’s pussy, splattering across Damien’s pelvis and thighs in a wild, uncontrollable burst.
The sheets beneath them grew wetter still, soaked with her release.
The suction around his cock tightened fiercely at the same time, clamping down with a force so intense it almost stole his breath.
Damien grunted in shock and pleasure, his body trembling at the overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck...!" he hissed, teeth clenched. It was almost like her inner walls were trying to rip his cock straight off his body.
His mind spun. "I’m about to cum also..." he thought, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Before he lost control completely, Damien pulled his cock out of her drenched pussy with a wet, lewd pop.
He gave a final grunt, his body tensing—then released.