Demonic Pornstar System

Her chest rose and fell in ragged pants, each exhale trembling with both exhaustion and badly hidden lust.

Sweat slicked her collarbone and gathered between the swell of her breasts as she writhed, catching the dim light present in the room. Her thighs flexed desperately, trying to clamp around his hips for leverage, even though each thrust stole her strength.

"D-damn it... huff... I’m not... giving up..." she panted with her stormy eyes blazing even as her body quivered beneath him. Every wiggle of her hips, every squirm of her shoulders only made her curves rub against his iron grip, turning the struggle into something unbearably erotic.

Kaiden bore down on her strongly as a result of her resistance, which saw his chest pressing against hers, pinning her completely. She twisted her wrists in his hold, biting her lip hard enough to almost draw blood, her voice breaking into a breathless laugh. "You’re not... nnnh!"

Her tone was bold, but her trembling thighs betrayed her. Her inner walls clenched around him every time she strained against his grip, making her defiance melt into gasps of unwanted pleasure.

Still, she kept trying with hips bucking, chest arching, her fighting spirit blazing hot even as it dragged her deeper into his rhythm. Every attempt at resistance was only tightening the leash he already had around her body.

Seeing his message was not getting across at all, Kaiden’s jaw clenched.

As he said, this was not punishment; he was not trying to rape the girl. He was glad to see her have fun and enjoy their sexy wrestling match. Gods know he was aroused as all hell as well. But he had a message to get across.

So his muscles coiled tight, every vein and cord of power in his body standing out as he decided to stop playing. With a low growl, he made his move, crushing her rebellion with raw strength.

Her eyes widened when his arms locked around her, pinning her mid-roll. He leaned close to her ears and whispered with a husky voice, "You know I love you, right?"