She reached down, digging her nails into his back as he shifted her legs up and over his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her breath hitching as another orgasm rocked her. The intensity was overwhelming, her vision blurring as electricity pulsed through every nerve in her body.
Andrew wasn’t done with her yet, though. With a growl, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips so she was on her knees. He slid back inside her with brutal force, gripping her waist with one hand and her hair with the other, pulling her head back as he pounded into her from behind.
Molly’s body shook with every thrust, her screams turning into ragged gasps as Andrew drove her toward another climax. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and moans.
But then he surprised her, slowing his pace just enough to turn her so she was on her knees once more, her back pressed against his chest. Andrew guided her head down toward the floor, positioning himself to thrust upward into her with relentless precision.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.
Molly lifted her head and recoiled at the sight before her. A full-length mirror stood along one wall, reflecting their raw, sweaty bodies in the dim lighting. The sight of Andrew’s thick cock sliding in and out of her over and over sent fresh ripples of pleasure coursing through her. She could see the way her body transformed under his touch, the way she opened for him, how wet she was, how her breasts bounced with every thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, reaching back to grab his earnestly. Wanting more, always more.
“That’s it,” Andrew groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Look at how good you take me. You love this, don’t you?”