I twisted her nipple again roughly, pinching and rolling it between my fingers with deliberate force, making the swollen bud throb even harder under my grip.
"Then what is it?" I asked, voice low and rough, leaning close to her ear while keeping my eyes on her husband.
"Ahh… you are so rough…" Sofia cried out with pain, her voice breaking into a high, trembling whimper. Her body jerked forward instinctively, pussy clenching hard around my cock still buried deep inside her, fresh juices leaking out around my shaft and dripping down my balls in warm, slick trails.
The pinch sent a sharp jolt straight through her; her nipple swelled darker under my fingers, milk beading instantly at the tip and rolling down the curve of her breast in a thin white stream. Her thighs shook in the air, still spread wide by my other hand, her whole body trembling as the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Sofia… why?" her husband tried to speak, but he could barely get the words out.
