"Again," Nicholas commanded, his voice sounding in the room along with Isabella's loud and lewd moans.
Isabella shook her head vigorously as Nicholas thrust his cock into Isabella's pussy for probably the hundredth time—no, maybe the millionth. Actually, she didn't know; her brain had stopped functioning long ago.
"Please! No more! I can't." Isabella cried out, struggling to catch her breath, trying to calm herself from the intense orgasm she just had.
Isabella was exhausted; her body felt like it was about to be crushed into pieces. The day had already passed, and it had been more than half a day since they had started their fucking marathon.
And as Nicholas had promised, he had made her cum without any break since then, probably the hundredth time already. Actually, she lost count as she was dizzy and high from the pleasure.
