You'd cut her minuscule complaint short as you pulled back, waited just for the moment when she'd try and buck back on you, then rammed forward. Anon. Jr plunged into Chrysalis' tight snatch, shoving her hard enough against the table that the legs skid a bit with the force behind it. The tip of your prick had barely made contact with her womb before you pulled back just as roughly, replacing with the flesh-on-flesh noise with a wet squelch as your crown tugged at the grooves of her honeypot. When you felt cool air on the back of your head, you thrust forward again, driving forward until you felt your balls slap against her winking clit.