"Same thing," he said, and pressed deeper.
By the time he bottomed out, she had stopped arguing. She had stopped doing most things that required conscious decision-making. She lay face-down with her enormous tits squashed under her and her silver-haired ass stretched around twelve inches of divine cock and made the continuous, low, involuntary sounds of a body that had run out of categories and was just responding.
PAAH! PAAH! PAAAH!
"OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!! AAANGHH~!!"
Something warm moved through her bowels.
Not pain. Not exactly. A deep, pressurized warmth that moved through her lower body in waves as he drove in and out, a sensation of being thoroughly, completely rearranged from the inside, the walls of her ass stretching and contracting around his cock with each stroke, her belly dome visible even from her position as the head pressed through her guts.
