NOVEL WEB Chapter 709 Clown
Pak…
Pak…
Pak…
Ross drove into Amanda with an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust deeper and rougher than the last.
The headboard slammed against the wall in time with their bodies, shaking under the weight of their tangled forms.
The bed groaned beneath them, every creak threatening to collapse under Ross's forceful thrusts—but he didn't care. He was too far gone.
Amanda lay beneath him, her legs spread wide, wrapped tight around his waist.
Her hips moved with a mind of their own now, rising to meet each of Ross's plunges, her soft moans turning into ragged cries of ecstasy.
Her body had surrendered fully—no longer resisting, only craving.
The sharp edge of pain had dulled, drowned beneath a flood of heat and pleasure.
She could feel everything—every throb, every twitch of Ross's cock as it slid in and out of her soaked core.
Her pussy gripped him with a hunger that shocked even her, clenching tightly around his girth as if trying to milk him, draw more of him inside.
Her juices had already begun to run freely, slick and creamy, painting his shaft in a sheen of wet white.
Each time he pulled out, his cock glistened with her arousal before slamming back in with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room.
"Ohhh… Ross…" she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as her back arched off the mattress. "It's so big… I can't… I—ahhh!"
"You can," Ross growled, his voice deep, breath hot against her neck as he leaned in. "You're taking all of it. You feel that? That's me… all the way inside."
Amanda could barely answer—her moans had overtaken her voice, soft and sharp and filled with growing desperation.
She felt like she was coming apart at the seams, like each thrust rewired her brain and turned her thoughts to static.
There was only Ross now—his scent, his weight, the heat of his body pressing into hers, and the delicious ache spreading from between her thighs outward like wildfire.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The sound of their bodies colliding was filthy and raw, but it was that filth that made it all the more intoxicating.
Ross's hands gripped her thighs tightly, spreading her even wider, angling his hips just right—and when he did, Amanda let out a sudden, sharp scream of pleasure.
"Right there!" she gasped. "Oh my god—do that again!"
Ross gave her a cocky grin and slammed into that exact spot, over and over, watching with satisfaction as her body jerked and writhed beneath him.
Her moans turned into broken cries, hands clawing at the sheets, then at his back, dragging red lines down his skin.
"You like that?" he whispered, voice low and feral. "You love the way I fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes!" Amanda cried without hesitation. "Yes, Ross! Don't stop—please, don't stop!"
Her body trembled, the telltale signs of an approaching climax taking hold.
Her pussy walls clenched harder, wetter, tighter around him, and he could feel it—she was close, right on the edge.
Ross adjusted his grip, planted his knees firmly on the bed, and began to thrust faster, deeper, using all his strength to push her over the edge.
Their moans now mixed, primal and uncontrollable. Amanda could hardly keep her eyes open as stars danced in her vision.
She felt it rise, coil in her belly like a storm about to explode—and then—
"Aaahhhnnnn!" she cried out, her whole body convulsing as her climax hit her like a wave.
Her pussy spasmed wildly around Ross's cock, squeezing him, milking him, soaking him with a flood of warm juices.
Ross groaned loudly, his own body shuddering from the intense sensation of her tight, pulsing grip.
But he wasn't done—not yet. If anything, Amanda's orgasm only spurred him on harder.
He wasn't going to stop until he finished too.
Ross continued to fuck Amanda with unwavering power, his stamina seemingly endless as he pushed her far beyond any pleasure she thought her body could endure.
Her moans had long since become incoherent cries, her fingers gripping the sheets, the pillows, his back—anything she could hold on to as her world unraveled in wave after wave of raw, mind-numbing ecstasy.
What started as a single orgasm turned into two… then three… then so many that Amanda lost all sense of time and space.
Her body wasn't hers anymore. It belonged to the rhythm of Ross's hips, the relentless pounding that made her toes curl and her voice crack.
Her pussy convulsed around him again and again, a wet, clenching mess that seemed to suck him deeper with every motion.
She felt possessed—taken over by pleasure so intense it was nearly painful, her nerves hypersensitive, her body twitching and trembling as her thighs shook uncontrollably around his waist.
And still, Ross didn't stop.
Her moans had become screams. Her screams turned into whimpers.
And her whimpers melted into breathless gasps as her body began to go numb from overstimulation, her mind floating in some hazy, euphoric fog.
Her legs had wrapped tightly around him earlier—but now, they simply hung limp and wide open, letting him do as he pleased.
"Fuck… Amanda…" Ross grunted, sweat pouring down his chest, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he plunged in again with full force. "You're… perfect."
His voice was hoarse, strained—close.
And then, with a sharp groan, his body tensed.
He thrust one final time, deep and hard, as his cock twitched violently inside her.
Pew…
Pew…
Pew…
Thick, hot spurts of cum erupted from him, filling Amanda's tight, spasming cunt with heavy, strong ropes of seed.
The first wave made her gasp, but the second made her scream.
"AHHHHH—!" she cried, her entire body jolting with the force of her final climax.
Her pussy squeezed down around Ross's cock like a vice, milking him with greedy desperation.
She could feel every pulse, every throb of his shaft as it poured his hot, sticky load into her, coating her walls and pooling deep inside.
There was so much of it—more than she expected.