He pulls her dress up higher and then his shirt up too so there can be more skin against skin. He's grunting with every push, his balls aching as they draw up. She's wet and hit and deep and perfect. Every time he draws back his cock chills just a fraction, making her all the more hot.

And then to add to it all he thrusts in and smacks her ass, knowing he's allowed. Knowing she's always eager for the pain. He might take care of details like her wig or her make up but when it comes to fucking her everything from the neck down is his to abuse and appreciate.

"Fuck, Effie. God...God, just a little...I'm going to come. I'm so...I'm going..."

Just a bit more. Harder. Faster. More.