He dropped her onto the bed, flipped her onto her side, folded one leg up against her tits, and took her side-spoon, grinding slow and mean while she sobbed into the mattress.
Then the leg lift, standing, her whole weight balanced on one impaled point.
Then her on top, until her thighs gave out, and he simply took over, lifting and dropping her by the waist like a weights routine.
Then her throat. He knelt over her face and fed her the full length, twelve inches of himself sliding down past her tonsils while her neck bulged, her hands braced on his thighs, gluck gluck gluck, her eyes streaming and her nose running and her throat swallowing around him with the grateful desperation of a converted woman.
Then her chest. He buried his cock between her fat tits, pressing them together himself, and thrust between them while sucking and biting her nipples, pulling them with his teeth until she yelped, marking her breasts with bruises that her academy uniform would keep as secrets.
