Carolina, her body still trembling with aftershocks, looked into the camera, a filthy, triumphant smile on her lips. "You see, darling? This is what you could never do. This is what I need, what I fucking want. A real man, using me, fucking me, breeding me like a fucking animal. Aaaaaah, fuck, yes, Jack, fuck my pussy, fill me with your fucking cum, breed me like your fucking whore."
The room throbbed with the husky, desperate cries of Carolina's husband, a symphony of tormented desire and anguish. "Please, no! I'll give you anything, just stop! Don't let him fill you with his seed!" he begged, his voice a ragged, broken thing.
Carolina, a sultry smile playing on her lips, pushed me onto the plush bed, her hands splayed across my chest. She climbed atop me, her body a landscape of lush curves and velvety skin, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
