The chamber seemed to grow hotter, the air thickening with the scent of arousal and the raw, primal energy Rex was exuding. In a sudden, desperate bid to maximize the friction and the visual humiliation, Iris straightened her torso.
Her back arched unnaturally as she raised both hands, interlacing her fingers behind her head. This position exposed everything: the vulnerable curve of her throat, the full swell of her breasts, and most importantly, the way her hips and ass moved in stark, unfiltered display.
She began to move with a new kind of focused intensity. Without the support of her arms, she had to rely entirely on the strength of her core and hips to drive herself down onto him.
Her ass cheeks quivered with every violent descent, the muscles working overtime to maintain the punishing rhythm.
"Noo... mmnnngh... no..." her mouth continued to protest, a weak, reflexive denial that contradicted every muscle twitching in her body. "I... I hate this... ahhh... mnnnnuuuu!"
