"Mm... ngh... ah..." Monica's breathy whimper echoed softly in the cramped underground shelter, the dim lantern casting flickering amber shadows over their sweat-slicked bodies.
The reinforced wooden walls, meant to shield them from enemy patrols, now trapped every gasp and slap of skin, turning their hiding spot into a forbidden den thick with the musk of raw lust.
Luke had her pinned beneath him on the cold, dusty floor mat, her legs hooked high over his shoulders in a deep, mating press that folded her almost in half.
His thick, veiny cock stretched her dripping pussy wide with every deliberate, grinding thrust; slow, powerful strokes that dragged his swollen head along her fluttering inner walls, bullying that spongy sweet spot until her toes curled and her nails raked down his back.
