Luis practically lay over her back, one hand roughly kneading her breasts. Deewa turned her head, pleading for a kiss in her misery, hoping it might ease the hurt.
It was already inside, too late for protests. She knew she couldn't resist, afraid only that this bizarre, mounting pleasure would suddenly swell and make her cry out, driving David completely mad.
Luis kissed her while beginning to thrust his hips, his already firm penis growing even harder as it moved in and out of her tight asshole.
During the deep kiss, Deewa emitted uncontrollable, muffled moans, unable to hold back the urge to scream as she bit down on her bra for relief.
Seeing her react so intensely, not struggling but seeming instead as if she were climaxing, so utterly overwhelmed.
"You slut, turns out your asshole is this sensitive."
