Her voice is rough and low now as she takes your reply as permission to push even further. Her fingers dig into your hips, her nails biting into your skin as she holds you in place while her other hand continues its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. She moans deep in her throat, the sound vibrating against your back as she feels herself begin to lose control.

Her hips grind harder still, driving her pelvis deeper against yours with each thrust.

Itzel growls in frustration at your taunt, her strength increasing as she loses herself in the pleasure of having you beneath her. Her hands squeeze tighter, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she takes out all of her pent-up desire and fury on you.

Her hips slam against yours one final time before she releases you with a shuddering moan, collapsing onto the soft grass beside you, gasping for air.