Blowing is a job, fucking is better

Kim felt her pussy pulsating in tandem with the man's hard cock. Every time the meaty head hits her throat, gagging her, she felt a similar urge in the pussy wanting to be filled.

Without conscious thought, her hand guided his cock lower. She spread her legs wide in a perfect split, before spreading her flossy g-string apart too. Her face was a picture of deep longing.

The man needed no further prompting. He knelt beside her, his hand trailing lightly over her exposed thigh. Kim shivered, her skin prickling under his touch. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"Spread wider," he whispered, his voice a low growl.

Kim obeyed, her muscles aching as she **** her legs further apart. The material of her skirt rode up, leaving her completely ****. The man chuckled, his fingers brushing against her core, feeling the dampness there.

"You're already wet," he observed, his tone mocking. "Let's see how much you can take."

Without warning, he positioned himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her entrance. Kim gasped, her hands reaching out to steady herself, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"No touching," he ordered, his eyes locking onto hers. "This is about you serving me."

Kim nodded, her chest heaving with each breath. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was to come. The man thrust inside her, his movement rough and relentless. Kim cried out, the sound mingling with the moans of the onlookers.

Each stroke was brutal, filling her senses with a mix of pain and pleasure. The room faded away, leaving only the sensation of his body slamming into hers. Kim's mind spun, her body betraying her with each shuddering gasp.

"Look at me," the man commanded, his grip tightening on her wrists.

Kim's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. His expression was fierce, almost cruel, but there was a flicker of something else—admiration, perhaps—that caught her off guard.

"Take it all," he growled, increasing his pace. "Show me how good you are."

Kim's nails dug into the carpet, her body arching involuntarily with each powerful thrust. The world narrowed down to the point of contact between them, the heat and friction overwhelming her senses. She felt herself approaching the edge, her body tensing as waves of pleasure built within her.

"That's it," the man grunted, his own control slipping. "Come for me, Kim."

Her release crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing beneath him. Kim screamed, the sound echoing off the walls, as the man followed suit, his own climax marking the end of their intense encounter.

Breathing heavily, he withdrew from her, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. Drone added happily: "That has certainly lifted our spirits!"

Kim lay there, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience, her breasts exposed from the intense fucking.