With the cracked and broken walls looming overhead and debris covering the ground, the intense fucking echoed through the room, shaking the very ground beneath them.

Forced down to the ground, cheek rubbed against the cracked flooring, drawing blood that trickled down face. Unbothered by discomfort, Mr. X's thrusts were relentless—his member stroked against the inner walls of ass, a wet, plopping sound accompanying each powerful thrust.

Trapped air and come spluttered from gaping hole with each penetration by Mr. X's thick cock. To add to embarrassment, pussy leaked profusely, mirroring a forgotten faucet. Despite humiliation, a moan escaped lips with each forceful slap of Mr. X's heavy balls against wet folds. Mr. X, in turn, gripped hips tightly to push into a deeper arch, his thick length grinding and stroking against insides with every powerful thrust.