CHAPTER 126: ...STOP(R18+)

Mmmmm!

Tonya’s hand was pressed tightly over her mouth, but it did little to stifle the sounds threatening to escape.

Her lips trembled against her palm, her breath coming out in shaky gasps. Eyes squeezed shut, she could feel everything—every inch of Steve’s thick length sliding deeper inside her, stretching her in a way that left her trembling.

Each slow, deliberate thrust sent waves of sensation through her, forcing soft moans from her throat despite her best efforts to hold them in.

Steve could feel it too—every clench of her slick, velvety walls around him, gripping his cock with desperate heat.

The water surrounding them only intensified it, mixing with the wetness of her arousal and slicking his every movement. I

t was intoxicating. His grip on her thigh tightened as he kept her leg raised, angling her body perfectly to take his dick deeper, harder.

With each thrust, her ass cheeks clapped against his hips, rippling from the force like she was dancing just for him. The sound echoed faintly in the steamy space, mingling with the muffled gasps and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.

He moved with hunger, with purpose, each motion sinking him further into the tight, wet heat of her pussy. She was a mess beneath him—moaning softly, body quivering, and still trying to suppress the pleasure that overwhelmed her.

"Fuck...." Steve growled, his voice rough with need as his hand slid up her slick, trembling body.

He gripped her breast firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as his hips drove forward, unrelenting.

His cock plunged into her soaked pussy over and over again, each stroke deeper than the last. Her ass clapped against his waist, bouncing with every thrust, the sound wet, obscene, and perfect. The water slapped rhythmically against their skin, echoing the savage rhythm of his body crashing into hers.

Teeth clenched, Steve let out a low, guttural groan. The pleasure was blinding—an unbearable, molten heat spreading through his entire body. Her pussy wrapped around him like a fist, pulsing and dripping, squeezing him tighter with every thrust. She was too warm, too wet, too fucking perfect.

Tonya’s moans were no longer muffled—they poured from her lips in ragged, desperate cries.

"Oh my God." she gasped, eyes clenched shut, her voice trembling.

"Oh fuck, yes—fuck me like that... just like that... oh fuck... fuck, fuck, yes!"

Her body quaked as she tried to hold her position, one leg barely supporting her while the other remained lifted, her balance precarious, but her desire absolute.

Her hand gripped her own thigh, bracing herself as her body bounced with every deep thrust, her breasts swaying, her ass rippling from the impact.

She was breathless, overwhelmed, but addicted to the way he filled her—every inch of his thick cock buried inside her, stretching her to the limit. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more.

And Steve gave her everything—every thrust, every squeeze, every growl rumbling from his chest was a promise: he wasn’t stopping until she was wrecked.

"Oh— oh— oh." Tonya yelped, her voice trembling with pleasure, eyes still tightly shut. Her moans came in soft, desperate bursts, and each one only drove Steve deeper into his rhythm.

Her body was singing for him—quivering, gasping—and he couldn’t get enough. He kept moving, his hips pistoning forward, thighs flexing as he pounded into her, every thrust wet and hard, every slap of skin echoing through the space.

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes briefly flicked around, his hips never missing a beat. He paused—just for a second—to make sure they were still alone.

’ No one.’

Grunting, he pushed harder. "Fuck..." he breathed.

Tonya’s ass bounced with every thrust, plump and glistening, the curve of her body trembling with every impact. Steve growled again, sweat clinging to his skin, the heat between them nearly unbearable.

He was getting close—too close. So he pulled back slightly, just enough for his cock to slip almost out of her soaked pussy, teasing her with the sudden emptiness.

Then his hand moved—sliding down her waist, over the curve of her ass, squeezing and groping every inch of her softness as he trailed down to the underside of her thigh.

With a smooth, powerful motion, he hooked her other leg and lifted her completely. She gasped, startled by the shift, her mouth falling open as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck for support.

Now she was suspended, legs spread and wrapped around his waist, her ass stretched wide, her pussy fully exposed and impaled on his cock. The position opened her up completely—she could feel every vein, every throb, every unforgiving inch of him pushing into her. She was stretched to her limit, and it felt divine.

Steve gripped her thighs, holding her steady, and began to move again—lifting her up and down on his cock with a rough, rhythmic strength.

Each thrust forced a cry from her lips, her breath ragged, her voice cracking into little whimpers of pleasure. Her pussy clenched tighter around him with every bounce, every grind, as he drove himself deeper, harder.

Steve didn’t need to thrust—he just lifted her. With each drop, her body sank onto his cock, taking him to the base. Her pussy stretched wide, slick and greedy, clenching around every inch of him.

"Fuck." he growled.

"You’re taking all of me."

Her body bounced in his grip, weightless in his arms as he lifted and dropped her faster, harder. Wet sounds filled the air, water splashing around them while her tits leapt with every slam. Her moans were breathless, choked back by bitten lips—but her body betrayed her, trembling with every deep thrust.

He was merciless now—using her. Her pussy clung to him, drenched and tight, and he felt it all. The heat. The wet. The way she squeezed him as if she didn’t want to let go.

"You fucking like that?" he hissed against her ear.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop!"

She muffled, trying as best as she could to suppress her rants.