Unexpected Domino Effect - Brielle & Domino.

[Afterhoursclub]

Exhaustion and fatigue... the only two things Brielle could feel at that very moment, besides the unmistakable heat of the man's lower regions entering hers... The goth's words came out as one last sign of defiance, one that was quickly extinguished by another dominating thrust from the model.

"Ughh..." Her body was now completely pressed against his chiseled abs, squeezed tight between his formidable pecs and the cold lockers behind, flattening her once firm breasts and pinning her tightly with enough force to slowly push the air out of her with every buck. All resistance was gone; practically, the friction of Domino's body grinding against her was the only thing that kept her still "standing" in place. Her head slacked, falling onto his shoulder... her vision blurry while her limbs still clung to the man's form, but these lacked the tension from before... merely attached to him like wet towels.

"Oohh..." low moans escaped Brielle's lips amidst ragged breaths. Every inch of her tired body glistened under the locker room lights... her chest was red, just like her cheeks...

Another pump came, "Hmph..." and another moan left her. Louder than the previous one. She said nothing, knowing damn well that his words rang true... she would not admit it, but her body's natural reaction betrayed her secrecy.

"Ohh... f-fuck..."

The heat between them grew.

[CyanDimitrik]

The embrace between them was a new one, bereft of the theatric animosity, the competitiveness. They've moved past that now, and on to simply existing in the moment. Focusing purely on the feel of her body against his, the sensation of her surrounding him, the sound of her voice - heavy, accented, sensual.

His hips roll against her again, despite already having given her himself. It's difficult to want to separate, and tempting to give her a little more. The excitement of feeling her submit to him - in so many words, really - was enough to give him that renewal.

Abdominal muscles flex against her stomach, hips pressing upwards. He can't enter her any deeper than he already has, but the pressure builds nevertheless.

Each breath is a best of warmth against her skin, caught between the aftershocks and spiking desire for her again. His head tilts, bringing his lips to the side of her neck. Not to kiss at first, but to taste her skin with soft, suckling kneading.