<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>The powerful thrusting of Carlos had both been painful and pleasurable. She could feel every ridge and vein of his throbbing erection as he moved in and out of her roughly. The heat had built up quickly once more, starting a fire for her nerves. Her muscles tightened and the coil in her belly seemed ready to spring, but something was missing. She called out Carlos name, whimpers and cries of please leaving her lips. She wanted something, but she wasn't sure exactly what.<br/><br/>He grabbed her arms, pounding harder into her and she couldn't help but beg for more. Carlos didn't acknowledge Lea's pleas, but he did begin to pump into her faster. She felt him swell and felt a slight heat as he came, bringing her to her own release. The coil in her belly had finally released and her stomach and thighs quivered as her pussy milked Carlos as much as it could. Carlos' roar was drowned out by the rushing sound in Lea's ears and distantly she thought she heard herself.<br/><br/>Just as things began to come back to her, Carlos had forced her legs around his hips, causing him to slip deeper into her abused center. She gave a whimper of pain, though she did not reject him. He pulled her closer, lifting her off the table and she dropped her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around Carlos' neck. Suddenly she was slammed against the closet pantry door, Carlos' hips moving in and out once more. She cried out in surprise and the sharp, aching pain in brought her. Still, her whimpers had turned into uncertain whines of pleasure as small sparks began to ignite in her womb.<br/><br/>Carlos' lips slashed against hers, silencing her pathetic whimpering and her nails found purchase in his back as they dug in and trailed across. Lea was unaware of the action, her only focus being on the pressure and tempo of Carlos' thrust. She ripped away from the kiss to trail desperate kisses along his jaw and neck, biting him in effort to deal with a particularly brutal thrust. Her ankles locked around him and her breasts jiggled with each thrust. One hand came to tangle in Carlos' hair while the other remained on his back. Without realizing, Lea had begun to whisper and whimper out admissions of her love for Carlos. Tears pricked at her eyes from the overwhelming sensations, and even as Carlos fucked her brutally against the closet door, she could not recall a time where she felt anymore safe.