Maggie pushed back to meet me, steady and powerful, her small breasts swaying beneath her as she braced against the pillar. She let out no scream, except small, controlled breaths and the occasional sharp inhale when I hit deep. She reached back with one hand, grabbing my wrist, guiding me to squeeze her ass harder.
"More," she ordered, voice still dangerously even. "Strike it faster, Miscreant!"
I picked up speed, slamming into her from behind. The sound of skin on skin filled the darkness — wet, rhythmic, obscene. Her massive ass bounced and clapped against me with every thrust, the sheer size and softness driving me insane. I reached around, pinching those small, sensitive nipples again, using Summoner's Touch in faint pulses that made her clench even tighter around my cock.
