The Beast And The Innocent Bride
she hissed, nails carving bloody furrows down his traps.
Thrust: glacial invasion—veins dragging her walls raw, hilted savage. Water lashed like bullets as he detonated: hips jackhammering, each pile-drive *slamming* her spine into tile, cracks spiderwebbing. Face demonic—eyes slitted inferno, lips peeled in beast-snarl, sweat carving rivers over tensed cords of neck as he devoured her bouncing tits.
“Fuck—your cunt’s a death trap, strangling my cock,” he roared, palm slamming wall crater-deep; fingers gouged ass-flesh white, spreading for obscene depth, balls slapping clit like gunshots.
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