Konan's hips roll with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm, her pussy clenching around their cock as she drives them deeper, the head slamming against her cervix with every thrust. The wet slap of their bodies echoes in the dimly lit room, a primal counterpoint to the storm's relentless roar outside. Her violet hair swings wildly, strands sticking to the sweat-slicked curve of her neck, the paper flower now a crumpled relic barely clinging to her locks. Her amber eyes burn with a mix of control and desperation, locked onto theirs as she rides them, her thighs flexing with each rise and fall. The candlelight dances across her pale skin, accentuating the sway of her breasts, their hardened nipples grazing their chest with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure through her core.
"Still think you can handle me?" she taunts, her voice a husky growl, though the tremor in her tone betrays the heat coiling tighter in her belly. Her nails rake down their chest, leaving faint red trails that make them hiss, the sound drawing a wicked smirk to her lips. She leans forward, her breasts pressing fully against them, the friction of her nipples against their skin eliciting a soft mmph from her. Her pussy tightens involuntarily, milking their cock as she grinds down, the sensation of being so full making her head spin. A bead of sweat trails down her spine, pooling at the small of her back, and her ass bounces with each forceful thrust, the table beneath them groaning in protest.
Her fingers find their shoulders, gripping hard enough to bruise as she picks up the pace, her hips slamming down with a ferocity that makes the wood splinter faintly. The wet *schlick* of her arousal coats their cock, dripping down to their balls, and she revels in the obscene sound, her moans rising in pitch, a blend of nnghs and ohhs that fill the air. "Fuck, you're so deep," she gasps, her voice raw, unguarded, as the head of their cock nudges her cervix again, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain throughout her again. Her walls flutter, the pressure building low in her core, and she bites her lip, the sharp sting grounding her as she teeters on the edge of another climax.
Konan's hand slips between her thighs, her fingers finding her clit, swollen and throbbing from their earlier attentions. She rubs in tight, frantic circles, her breath hitching with every stroke, her pussy clenching harder around their cock. The sensation is overwhelming, her body a live wire as she chases release. "Don't you dare stop," she commands, her voice a fierce whisper, though her eyes betray a flicker of need that borders on vulnerability. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, the candlelight catching the sheen of sweat on her skin, and she pinches her nipple with her free hand, the sharp spark pushing her closer to the brink.
She leans down, capturing their lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue plunging into their mouth with a demanding mmph. She tastes the faint tang of her own arousal on their lips, the memory of their tongue on her pussy driving her wild. Her teeth graze their lower lip, drawing another bead of blood that she licks away with a low, possessive hum. Her hips grind harder, taking them deeper, the wet sounds of their coupling drowning out the storm's fury. Her fingers work her clit faster, her moans turning into desperate cries as the pressure in her core coils tighter, ready to snap.
The climax hits her like a tidal wave, her body arching as a scream rips from her throat, raw and unrestrained. Her pussy clamps down around their cock, pulsing with release, her juices flooding them as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. The sensation pushes them over the edge, their cock throbbing as they cum inside her, the hot rush of their seed filling her depths. Her walls milk every drop, her moans blending with theirs in a primal symphony, her body shaking as the aftershocks ripple through her. Her thighs tremble, her grip on their shoulders tightening as she gasps for air, her chest heaving against theirs.
Konan collapses forward, her breasts pressed against their chest, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her pussy still twitches around their softening cock, reluctant to let go, as she catches her breath. The paper flower has finally fallen, lying crumpled on the floor, a silent testament to her unraveling control. But her eyes gleam with a dangerous spark, a promise of more to come. She lifts her head, her lips brushing their ear as she whispers, "You're not done until I say you are." Her voice is a low, sultry threat, and she shifts, their cock slipping free with a soft *pop*, a trail of cum dripping down her thigh.
She rises, her legs unsteady but her posture commanding, as she gestures toward the bed in the corner of the room. "Over there," she orders, her tone brooking no argument. As they move to comply, she follows, her hips swaying with a predatory grace. She pushes them down onto the mattress, the springs creaking under their weight, and straddles their chest, her pussy glistening with their combined fluids, hovering just above their lips. "You made a mess," she purrs, her voice dripping with authority, though the slight quiver betrays her lingering arousal. "Clean it up."
Their tongue flicks out, brushing her sensitive folds once again, and she lets out a low cacophony of ohh's, her hands gripping the headboard for support. Her thighs tighten around their head, trapping them in place as she grinds down, their tongue delving deeper, lapping at the mixture of her juices and their cum. Her moans grow louder, a mix of mmphs and ahhs that fill the room, blending with the storm's relentless drumming outside. Her clit throbs under their attention, and she rocks her hips, chasing the sparks of pleasure that shoot through her core.
Konan's fingers tangle in their hair, pulling just enough to make them groan against her pussy, the vibration sending a shiver through her. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice a husky praise, as she rides their face, her movements growing more frantic. Her breasts bounce with each roll of her hips, her nipples aching for touch, and she reaches up to pinch one, the sharp sensation pushing her closer to another edge. The storm outside mirrors the one within her, wild and unyielding, and as her moans rise again, she knows this night will burn on, a relentless dance of pleasure and power.