Third Person's POV
"Such a perfect fucking ass," he whispered hoarsely and suddenly delivered a sharp slap to her left ass cheek with a sharp smack.
The sound cracked through the room and her gasp morphed into a moan as the sting bloomed into a pleasurable heat.
Virelle twisted her face over her shoulder to meet his gaze.
They were glazed yet were pleading at the same time.
Obliging her desire, he didn't wait and lined himself up behind her and slammed his dick back into her wet pussy in one brutal thrust.
The angle of his thrust was deeper and more primal than before.
As expected, her choked cry dissolved into a breathless chant of his name.
"Aaahhn—! B-Brother E-Ethan~!" she cried as her fingers twisted into the sheets as he set a punishing pounding session from behind.
The bed creaked loudly beneath them and the wooden frame seemed to be protesting under their frenzied movements.
