"Shit… that feels… no… You bastard... don't touch there…"
Her voice was losing its edge. The insults were still there, but they sounded more like flustered protests than real anger.
Her face was burning. Every time his fingers twisted her nipple, a sharp spark of pleasure shot straight down between her legs, making her pussy clench tighter around his cock.
Lor leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, then bit down gently.
His other hand slid around her waist and down between her legs. His fingers found her swollen clit and began rubbing slow, firm circles while he continued thrusting into her from behind.
Kuri's legs nearly gave out.
"Ah—! Wait… that's… too much…"
Her hands scraped against the wall.
Soft, broken moans kept spilling from her lips between every weak attempt at protest.
Her breasts bounced lightly with each thrust. The nipple he was playing with was swollen and hypersensitive.
