Description
In the dim light of the rented room late at night, the air was thick with the sweet scent of fruit and the pungent smell of sweat. She wore a semi-transparent, fruit-colored lace dress, her large breasts barely concealed beneath the fabric, her skin still glistening from her recent shower. The man slammed her onto the dining table, the cold surface eliciting a soft moan from her. He roughly ripped off her panties, his fingers probing her already soaked vulva, stirring with a gurgling sound. She bit her lip, her eyes glazed, but she kept muttering, "I'll go home after we've finished this." The man sneered, raising his thick penis and thrusting it deep into her, penetrating completely. She screamed, throwing her head back, her legs wrapping around his waist, her juices dripping down her thighs. He gripped her waist, thrusting wildly, his scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a sharp crack, each thrust reaching its deepest point. She cried out incessantly, her breasts heaving violently with each impact, and the man lowered his head to suckle one of her nipples. She trembled all over, wave after wave of orgasm washing over her, her vaginal muscles tightening around his penis. He let out a low growl, his ejaculation gushing out, his hot, thick semen shooting deep into her womb. She slumped onto the table, legs wide open, white fluid slowly flowing from her swollen opening, her face still flushed, murmuring, 'Now...it really is time to go home...'
