This position was deeper. Impossibly deeper. She could feel him in her stomach, could see the bulge of him moving beneath her skin with each thrust. It was obscene, terrifying, and so fucking hot she couldn't breathe.
He started moving again, building back up to that punishing pace. Her tits bounced wildly between her folded legs, nipples hard and aching from his earlier attention. The sounds were getting wetter, sloppier, the squelch of their joining drowning out everything else.
"That hooker's in that lingerie store right now," Raven said casually, even as he pounded into her. "Trying on pretty things while manipulating that woman into becoming my personal fucktoy."
"Ahh~! Don't... don't talk about—!"
"And you're here, legs spread, taking my cock like the desperate little artist you are." He grabbed one of her bouncing tits, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "Tell me, Min-jung—does it turn you on? Knowing that hooker's being used too?"
"N-no! That's... that's sick!"
