On the other hand, Hazel's mind was a blur.
She couldn't think, couldn't speak—her body had taken over completely, responding to Ross in ways she couldn't control.
Her pussy clenched around him instinctively, drawing him deeper with every movement.
She was on the verge of breaking, her voice reduced to soft, pleading moans as her body betrayed her exhaustion, succumbing instead to the overwhelming pleasure.
Ross's eyes remained locked on her.
From this angle, he had the perfect view of her flawless ass, her thong barely hanging on as he pounded into her.
The sight of her trembling beneath him, her legs weak and her cries of surrender filling his ears, only pushed him closer to the edge.
"You're fucking perfect," he muttered, more to himself than to her, his breath ragged as the pressure inside him built to a breaking point.
His cock throbbed, his movements growing faster and more erratic as he neared his release.