Chapter 49: Lewd Echoes(R18+)
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The lewd sound of her fleshy ass meeting his hips echoed through the kitchen like a metronome of lust, each wet impact sharper than the last.
The house swallowed their rhythm, the walls trembling with every thrust Steve delivered — slow at first, then deeper, faster.
She was spread wide for him, legs lifted and trembling in the cool kitchen air, her heels hooked against his back.
Every time he sank his fattened length into her soaked pussy, her breath caught — a delicate gasp turning into something feral.
"Oh—fuck—yes... yes..." she moaned, her voice high, almost delirious.
He moved with purpose, burying his full length deeper, as if her body were a place he could never quite reach the end of.
The heat from her legs gripped him, molten and tight, drawing him in with every stroke. She was so wet it felt like she was pulling him in by instinct alone, her body aching to take more.
Steve leaned in, one hand gripping the plush curve of her ass, spreading her wider to take him deeper.