[ James can go pretty rough, but so long as the table's somewhat sturdy, he doubts they'd break it. Neither of them have superhuman strength, after all. Nevertheless, the sound of the table creaking only serves to spur him on, low groans leaving him as he pounds into her, gripping tight at her waist and thigh, yanking her closer to him so it's all the easier to bury himself deep with each increasingly harder thrust. His back arches in response to the nails dragging across his back, the treatment rewarder with sharper snaps of his hips, cock filling her to the last inch. ]
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