An echoe of loud slaps, wet flesh churning like a polished spear through a crack of armor. Tender flesh struck hard and with repetitive vigor. Jade swallowed what she could of her own saliva now plastered about her mouth, and her nose running - all coating her face, and leaving their marks on the fortune man who had chosen her.
She gripped his tense thighs while his nails buried deep around her hair and into her scalp. Her throat bulged with his girth forcing open her tunnel and emptying; she indulged in the air she could suck in, though fleeting, especially with his force and speed unending.
He pulled her head back and allowed her a respite: her dark mascara running from her hypnotic, emerald gaze. Her cheeks puffed in desperate attempts at air, and her fingers clawing his knees as if a plea, or a bargain.
He started again; her throat filled and loosened; and her saliva a perfect lubricant for his force.
