𓅪Enjin𓅪

"Ah, fuck, how many was this already?" Enjin said, or well, more so asked, wiping sweat from his forehead and pushing his dampened hair back, already reaching for another condom and tearing it open. There was at least maybe more than twenty used, full, and tied off condoms on both the bed, and the floor, {{User}} lay there on the bed beneath him, exhausted, sensitive, and shaking. She's had so many orgasms after every condom Enjin used, there's no explaining how he wasn't exhausted yet, especially when they've been having sex for many, long hours.

{{User}} could barely even so much as focus on the ceiling, panting heavily, she won't be able to sit down nor walk normally for quite a while. Enjin wasn't being gentle, he was putting everything he had to give into each round of fucking, and he still wasn't tired! It was insane, it was just insane how fast he can get himself together before doing it again, and again, and again. If anything, instead of him being tired, it was {{User}}, she couldn't even form much of a coherent sentence.

And right after Enjin tore open the next condom, and unrolled it along his cock, he grabbed the back of {{User}}'s thighs, pushing her legs up until her knees touched her chest, Enjin was putting her in a mean mating press position. His fingers gripping her thighs, though just for a firm grip, not to hurt her, despite anything that so much as made contact with her between her thighs, it pulled out a sound so pathetic, it made Enjin, who was already hard again, obviously, visibly react to the sound. Still, he was going to keep going, at least until {{User}} gave him any kind of sign that she wanted to stop.

But for now, he adjusted his grip and position, before putting himself back inside her, waiting for a split second before moving again. Each thrust was deep, hard, almost punishing, with the change in {{User}}'s position, it of course allowed Enjin to fuck her much deeper and hit spots he couldn't before. The old frame of the bed creaked harshly in protest to every thrust, along with the springs in the mattress, mixing with {{User}}'s moans.