Veins protruded from Alan's neck, muscles strained as he plunged deeper into Gia’s swollen pussy while her shrill cry of pleasure shook the ambiance of the room.

 “Fuck Alan, don't- writhing underneath him, her words choked in her throat, her eyes rolling at the back of her head as her hips arched to meet his hungry, feral thrusts.

  Meeting her needy stare with the marching hue of lust, a mischievous smirk stretched the corner of Alan's lips.

 “Don't what, baby? Say what you need.” He managed to grunt out his words whilst maintaining the rough ramming of his veiny, thick cock deeper into the raised, bright red skin of her...