Rex shifted his weight decisively, planting one of his hard thighs between the back of Valentina's inner thighs, right where the pussy juice was dripping steadily onto the polished wood: DRIP SPLAT DRIP.
He was adopting the mating press the most dominant and humiliating position, forcing her lower spine down hard into the solid, unforgiving edge of the dining table.
This made her hips pop up, tilting them at an angle that made her pussy completely exposed to the girls sitting just inches away, making it impossible for her to close her legs.
He grabbed both of her hips, the bone feeling so thin and breakable under his long fingers, and pressed them down into the hard wood even more, pinning her stable and fixed.
The pressure on her sacrum against the table edge was blunt and painful, like being hammered into a flat surface.
