Amelia had already climaxed once, but Liam had not. He gripped the girl's plump breasts tightly, the flames of lust burning ever hotter, as if trying to forge them both into exquisite porcelain.
"Tired?" The man's eyes held a dark, shimmering sea, watching the surging tides he had nurtured by his side. She was completely limp, her legs trembling slightly from being spread apart. The strenuous position had drained Amelia to her lowest threshold, yet her hole still greedily bit down on him.
"Let's change positions." Most of his military pants were soaked in the water, which came up to mid-thigh in the shallow area. Liam stepped towards the shore, his cock still lodged in the girl's pussy, each step causing a deep thrust. In just over ten steps, he made Amelia climax again.
The girl's dazed eyes stared at her own breasts, swaying from Liam's constant thrusting, her eyes tingling with tears. The executioner had superb technique and an almost terrifying patience.
She resisted these delicate touches, rejected these methods that lured her into depravity. The itching sensation was like a marching band of ants traversing every inch of skin Liam touched.
Amelia was highly tense, yet she couldn't withstand her body's natural responses. The short distance from the river to the car took just a few minutes, but her toes curled, her scalp tingled, and she was fucked until her eyes rolled back.
The girl was so pleasured that the scenery blurred before her eyes. Liam laughed softly in her ear, praising her for having such a lewd body. He twisted her from a rear embrace to a face-to-face position, lowering her bent legs, which naturally wrapped around his waist.
Liam stared at Amelia's somewhat dazed expression for a few seconds before suddenly kissing her fiercely, not with gentle affection, but with a venting aggression, biting her lip and not letting go until she cried out in pain. The little beast bared its white teeth in retaliation, angrily biting back—
The ravenous beast's eyes were full of plundering desire, ruthless and fierce. They both tasted blood in each other's mouths, sucking on the bloody scent, neither willing to back down.
It was as if they wanted to devour each other.
One was out of hatred, the other out of "hunger."
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Predator
RomanceShe used to think that hyenas were the fiercest predators on the savannah. That was until she met him, a man who navigated the African black market with ease, instantly seeing through her true identity. "Choose to follow me? Or be chewed up until n...
