Carrie was faking it

Carrie's demeanor suddenly changed as she fell silent, save for her heavy breathing.

"Quiet now, huh?" David asked, still as cocky as ever. "What, did my cock make you black out?"

The balls on this guy. Unbelievable.

"Okay, you've had your fun," Carrie said, her voice surprisingly steady. "But god, you're annoying."

"What the fuck did you say to me, whore?"

"You're fucking annoying. But I'm also really, really nice, so let me finish you off."

Your eyes widened as Carrie spread her hands to form a more stable base and began slamming her ass back against David's crotch as good as he was giving it to her. Her fit body moved in a hypnotic rhythm, her muscles contracting and releasing with practiced ease.

"Damn, my cock's making you go wild, huh?" David taunted, still thinking he was a true alpha.

"Yeah, it's making me fucking crazy," Carrie responded sardonically, between heavy breaths.

Carrie continued to work David's cock better than a professional porn star would. If she was having trouble taking his size before, she obviously wasn't now. Sweat was dripping down her temples, but she showed no signs of slowing down.

Even though David had his piggish hands wrapped tightly around Carrie's waist, it was starting to look like he was the one holding on for dear life. The arrogant expression on his face began to morph into something else entirely.

"Your pussy sure is tight, isn't it, whore?" David said, his words coming out in quick bursts between sharp inhales. "Probably not used to a bitch-breaker like this - fuck!"

David lost his balance and fell onto his back, his cock sliding out of Carrie's wet pussy with a loud, wet squelch.