Princess Elsa couldn't linger on introspection, however. Riley, a man consumed by a potent urgency, was anything but patient.
He couldn't believe how tight and exquisitely responsive Elsa's pussy was, a perfect canvas for his exploration.
His hands, strong and sure, cradled her naked hips, guiding her up and down over his huge cock. Each thrust was a deliberate dance, a precise choreography of pain and pleasure.
Pak.
Pak.
Pak.
The sexy thuds echoed in the room, punctuated by Elsa's ragged breaths and the low, guttural sounds of her pleasure. Her eyes were closed, lost in a world of sensation.
A mixture of pain and pleasure resonated from down below, her cunt assaulted by the huge, long, fat cock, but she was powerless to stop it, Riley expertly maneuvering her body over his.
