He mocks her while fucking her

John let out a low, mocking chuckle as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of her, leaving only the swollen tip stretching her abused entrance. "Look at you," he sneered, slamming back in with a wet slap of skin, "clenching around me like you can't get enough." Amelia's fingers twisted in the sheets, her sobs hitching as he set a brutal pace, each thrust forcing a broken sound from her throat. "So tight...bet you never thought your virgin ass would take cock this well," he taunted, one hand fisting in her hair to yank her head back. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.

"Such a filthy little whore," John growled, his hips pistoning into her with relentless ****. His fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her tear-streaked face toward Camila's camera. "Look at you, squeezing around me like a slut. I knew you were only faking not liking it."

Amelia whimpered, her body jolting with every brutal thrust, the friction burning raw between her thighs. His cock stretched her obscenely, each movement carving a fresh wave of agony through her—yet beneath it, her traitorous muscles fluttered, clenching helplessly around his invading length. John chuckled darkly, dragging his tongue along her ear before biting down hard enough to bruise.

"You taste like tears and shame," he hissed, his free hand sliding down to grope her breast, pinching her nipple cruelly between his fingers. Amelia arched involuntarily, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as pain and unwanted pleasure twisted together.

His thrusts slowed to a torturous grind, pressing deep as his lips curled into a smirk against her damp skin. "Is this how you imagined it, Amelia?" he taunted, voice thick with mock tenderness. "Your sweet little fantasy spread open like this, taking me in every hole?" His fingers traced the trembling outline of her spine before digging into the bruises already purpling along her hips. "Or did you think I'd be gentle?"

A fresh sob caught in her throat as he punctuated the question with a sharp snap of his hips, the slap of flesh echoing off the walls.

John's thrusts grew erratic, his breath ragged against her neck as he neared his climax. Amelia's body jerked with each brutal snap of his hips, her raw, trembling flesh stretched beyond its limits. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt one final time, his release flooding her violated passage in thick, pulsing waves.

Camila’s lens zoomed in, capturing the way Amelia’s body quivered as his seed spilled inside her again, the obscene overflow dripping down her thighs. John exhaled a shuddering laugh, his fingers tightening possessively in her hair. "Still so tight," he mused, grinding deeper just to hear her whimper.

John’s grip on her hair was merciless, yanking her head back as he dragged her limp body across the sheets. Amelia choked on a sob, her fingers scrambling weakly against the mattress, but he hauled her up like a ragdoll, her knees buckling as he shoved her toward the door.