Luna could feel it all, every bump and every ridge along the length of it. She couldn't answer. Amber pulled back and thrusted inside her again, a mixture of her own wetness leaking down onto it, into her. Her arms were a cage around her, holding her in place as she bit her neck, both of their bodies beginning to move.
“Did you like him better than this?”
Luna let out a soft cry, gasping, rapidly shaking her head. “No.”
“Good.” And she continued.
It was so much. It ached and it didn't, she screamed but then she couldn't. She felt like crying and then moisture trickled down her cheeks and she did. Her whole body was slick-cum, sweat, and tears.
She was just pounding now. In and out, in and out, going going going until-six. She didn’t stop, her head was slamming against the bed frame, and Amber was moving, going going going, crushing her body beneath her until-seven.