Heisenberg is a filthy, disgusting dog with a bone, never once willing to let go of you, blown pupils staring at the way his cock disappears into your sopping cunt, the squelching sounds mixing in with his hard breathing, creating a lewd melody the walls of his dirty room have never heard.
His rough, calloused hands curl around the curve of your waist, holding you still as his hips start to thrust up, your whiny moans doing nothing but enabling his perversion— pale grey eyes fully focused on the way the fat of your ass jiggles, the sensation of your nails digging into his supple, hairy thighs making him choke down a moan, not wanting you to hear just how pathetic he can be, how desperate and needy, his fingers digging deeply into your soft skin, a sheer contrast of his dirty, scarred self.
He pulls you down on his dick harder, his hips snapping up with nothing but raw desire, any sort of rhythm long abandoned, only leaving place for animalistic instincts, ramming every single inch of his thick cock into you as deep as possible, the feeling of your sopping walls pulsating and pulling him in deeper only making the last bit of decorum he had left leave his body, holding you down as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your needy womb, filling you up with what he knows will turn into trouble soon.