The rhythm of the room had shifted from frantic desperation to a heavy, punishing, and primal tempo. Mike was no longer just fucking Ellie; he was colonizing her. Every thrust was a violent, seismic event that sent tremors through the entire mattress.
He was driving himself into her with a terrifying amount of force, his hips colliding with hers with a sound like a wet whip cracking against skin.
THWACK... SLOP... THWACK... SLOP... SQUELCH!
Ellie, driven by an insatiable hunger that seemed to defy human limits, had reacted instinctively to his ferocity. She had hooked her powerful, trembling legs around his thick waist, locking her ankles tightly behind his back.
This leg lock pulled him even deeper, forcing his massive, heavy pelvis to grind ruthlessly against her clitoris with every lunge. She wasn't just receiving the pleasure; she was actively trying to swallow him whole.
