The room felt smaller now, the air thick enough to taste, saturated with the iron tang of sweat and the cloying sweetness of spent climax. Despite the hours of relentless pounding, despite her muscles screaming in exhaustion, Iris found herself unable or perhaps unwilling to push Rex away.
Her body had become a traitor, her pussy clamping around his massive cock with each shallow breath she took, desperate to maintain the friction that was keeping her grounded in reality.
Rex felt the involuntary squeeze of her walls and let out a low, rumbling growl of triumph. "You can't take it out, can you?"
"Even after all that talk about farewells and ghosts." His hips gave a slow, deliberate grind that forced a whimper from her throat. "If you end your debt here, Iris, what exactly are you left with?"
"A lifetime of boring masturbation in some lonely room? Or maybe... trying to find someone else?"
