Eleanor's eyes were wide open now, fixed on the impossible sight between her legs, the thick, glistening cock sliding in and out of her body, stretching her open in a way that felt both wrong and impossibly right.
The shaft was slick with her own wetness, shining silver in the moonlight like it was coated in oil, veins standing out along its length like thick ropes pulsing under the skin, the swollen head dragging through her puffy folds before disappearing again and again into her swollen, dripping pussy, the lips folding in with each thrust, clinging to him like they were desperate to keep him inside.
Every time Devon pulled back, her lips clung to him desperately, pink and puffy and shiny with her juices, reluctant to let go, stretching out a bit before snapping back with a wet, filthy smack that echoed in her ears, only to bloom open again when he slammed home, the head popping past her entrance with a slick, sucking sound that made her whole body shudder.
