Jan was not disappointed.

Jans cameras were still rolling silently, and through a hidden peephole in the wall he had a perfect, unobstructed view of everything. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he watched what happened next.

Lisa looked around quickly. The room was empty. No Jan, no owner — just her and Peter. She looked down at him, her voice low and husky. “Fuck me hard now, Peter.” Peter’s eyes darkened with lust, but he shook his head slightly. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.” Lisa didn’t hesitate. His thick cock was still buried deep inside her. “Then take the mask off,” she breathed.

Peter reached up, his hands trembling slightly, and pulled the green mask from her face and than form his face. For a split second pure panic flashed across his eyes — he was sure she would recognize him from the car-wash scene. But nothing happened. Lisa just looked at him with pure, shameless hunger. She smiled, dark and filthy.

Then she started riding him. She rolled her hips in deep, powerful circles, sliding up and down his entire length. Peter had taken a strong dose of Sildenafil earlier — he would stay rock-hard for the next sixty, maybe even ninety minutes without softening. Lisa had no idea. All she knew was that his cock felt impossibly hard and thick inside her. Peter groaned and latched onto her breasts, sucking one stiff nipple deep into his mouth while his hands gripped her ass. Lisa moaned loudly and rode him harder, faster, her wet pussy making obscene, slick sounds with every thrust.

She was chasing her first orgasm now, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke. Her small, firm tits bounced wildly in his face as he sucked and bit her nipples.

The pressure built fast. Her legs started to tremble. Her breathing turned into **** gasps. Then it hit her. She came hard. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock as she squirted — not a huge gush, but a clear, hot little spray that soaked his balls and the sheets beneath them. Her whole body shook, her mouth open in a silent cry, her inner walls milking him greedily. Peter kept sucking her breasts through her orgasm, never softening, never slowing down. Lisa’s legs were already heavy, trembling from the effort of riding him so intensely. She slowed down, breathing hard, still impaled on his rock-hard cock, her juices dripping down his shaft.

She looked at him with glassy, lust-drunk eyes.

There was so much wetness between her legs.

Lisa could feel it everywhere — her juices and his precum had mixed into a hot, slippery mess that coated her thighs, his balls, and the sheets beneath them. She wasn’t sure if Peter had already come. She couldn’t tell. Everything felt so slick and full that she had no idea where her wetness ended and his began.

But Peter wasn’t finished. Not even close.

He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, lifted her slightly off his lap, and then slammed his hips upward with brutal ****. His cock — still rock-hard thanks to the Sildenafil he had taken earlier — drove deep into her in one savage thrust. He gave everything he had. Every squat, every deadlift, every brutal gym session had been for this exact moment.

He fucked her like a man possessed.

Hard, fast, relentless strokes hammered up into her dripping cunt. The wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the room as he pounded her without mercy. Lisa’s small breasts bounced wildly, her dark nipples stiff and aching.

Then he pulled her down hard onto him and came.

Thick, powerful jets of hot cum erupted deep inside her, shot after shot, flooding her pussy. The sudden heat and pressure pushed her straight over the edge again. Lisa shook violently as a second, even stronger orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched and fluttered wildly around his pulsing cock while he kept pumping rope after rope of cum into her.

She trembled uncontrollably in his arms, her whole body quivering as she kissed him deeply, desperately, tongues sliding together while she came all over his cock.

But Peter was still rock-hard.

The head of his cock was hypersensitive, almost too much, but his thick shaft was still rigid and ready. He grabbed her hips with both hands and started moving her.

He pulled her forward and back in long, rolling strokes, forcing her soaked pussy to glide up and down his entire length again and again. Her swollen clit dragged hard along his shaft with every movement, getting constant, merciless friction.

He kept her like that for long, agonizing minutes — grinding her slowly, deeply, never letting her come down from her orgasm. Every roll of her hips sent fresh waves of overwhelming pleasure through her overstimulated body. Lisa’s legs shook violently. She could barely hold herself up. Her moans turned into broken, helpless whimpers as he **** her orgasm to stretch on and on, far beyond what she could handle.

Peter looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes, his voice low and rough.

“Not done with you yet…”