Max glanced at the door, she could feel the man's thrusts quicking and in shorter quicker thrust. Although she had some of her mind back she was still a little weak from her climax.
The man's hands gripped her arse harder, squeezing as he thrust. Max just whimpered, as her back rubbed against the wall, her skin turning red from the rough surface.
"No ..." Max mutterd, but the man just ignored the plea, thrusting a few more times.
Max just rolled her head side to side as the pleasure built once again inside her.
The preasure build up too much as she felt ready to climax again, as the man as about to as well.
Suddenly Max heard a scrapping noise as the back entrance was pushed open and the a figured stepped through. Max turned her head and looked, she quickly brought up her hand to her mouth and bit on her finger, trying to muffle her moans.
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