Since she was still facing away from him, Aveline couldn't see his expression, but she could feel the hunger in his tone. As Mike settled onto his back on the floor, Aveline found herself suspended in a precarious position.
Instinctively reaching out for stability, she planted both palms flat against the mattress behind her. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the bed as she remained facing away from him in a twisted, reverse cowgirl position where he was beneath her, driving upward from the floor.
SQUISH... SLOP...
The sound of their wet connection was different now, deeper and more muffled by the mattress, but no less obscene. Without the support of his arms holding her up, Aveline had to rely entirely on her own strength to balance herself while Mike's cock continued to claim her from below.
"Oh fuck... oh god..." Aveline whimpered, her palms pressing hard into the sheets as she felt the angle change again.
