Falling Through Time

Kenna feels herself drop through time every time Manuel shoves deeper. Her days blur into nights on those sheets, hours gone while his cock splits her ass. She lies open and he takes it, thick and slow, then faster until her breath breaks. On all fours, she pushes back, wanting every inch. He pulls out, slick with her, and she turns to swallow him, tongue working the head before he pushes back in, stretching her again. The slap of skin grows louder, his grip tight on her hips. When he finishes she feels it hot across her ass, proof of another hour she won’t remember. She stays face down, body humming, already waiting for the next round.