Page 230 of Psycho Pack

Slow at first.

Then faster.

Harder.

Pumping her up and down.

Ivy's cries grow louder.

More desperate.

Feel her tightening around me.

Around both of us.

Getting close.

So close.

Our knots keep bumping her holes.

Too big to fit in together.

Her legs bounce every time.

Bump, bounce.

Bump, bounce.

Want to see her fall apart.

Want to be the cause of it.

Free hand slides down her body.

Between her legs.

Find that spot that made her cry out before.

Circle it with my fingers.

So slick.

Makes it easy.

Easy to make perfect circles.

She bucks against me.

Against us.

"Yes," she gasps. "There. Please."

I obey.

Keep touching her.

Keep moving inside her.